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  A Tree Song Rudyard Kiplin OF all the trees that grow so fair, Old England to adorn, Greater are none beneath the Sun, Than Oak, and Ash, and Thorn. Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn, good sirs, (All of a Midsummer morn!) Surely we sing no little thing, In Oak, and Ash, and Thorn! Oak of the Clay lived many a day, Or ever AEneas began. Ash of the Loam was a lady at home, When Brut was an outlaw man. Thorn of the Down saw New Troy Town (From which was London born); Witness hereby the ancientry Of Oak, and Ash, and Thorn! Yew that is old in churchyard-mould, He breedeth a mighty bow. Alder for shoes do wise men choose, And beech for cups also. But when ye have killed, and your bowl is spilled, And your shoes are clean outworn, Back ye must speed for all that ye need, To Oak, and Ash, and Thorn! Ellum she hateth mankind, and waiteth Till every gust be laid, To drop a limb on the head of him That anyway trusts her shade: But whether a lad be sober or sad, Or mellow with ale from the horn, He

The Tree Song (Oak & Ash & Thorn)

A Tree Song - Oak, Ash & Thorn  R. Kipling / P. Bellamy (Cover)

Cena do filme https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eSvJgRSiJSM - a dança ao redor do Maypole. Maypole Song In the woods there grew a tree And a fine fine tree was he And on that tree there was a limb And on that limb there was a branch And on that branch there was a nest And in that nest there was an egg And in that egg there was a bird And from that bird a feather came And of that feather was A bed And on that bed there was a girl And on that girl there was a man And from that man there was a seed And from that seed there was a boy And from that boy there was a man And for that man there was a grave From that grave there grew A tree In the Summerisle, Summerisle, Summerisle, Summerisle wood Summerisle wood. Tradução: Canção do mastro de maio Na mata cresceu uma árvore E uma árvore bem, bem, foi ele E naquela árvore havia um galho E naquele galho havia um ramo E nesse ramo havia um ninho E nesse ninho havia um ovo E nesse ovo havia um pássaro E a partir daquele pássaro, uma pluma veio E qu

O próprio Crowley narrando o poema. ************************************************************ "Todo Homem e toda Mulher é uma Estrela" - Aleister Crowley ************************************************************ O Poema "The Pentagram" de Aleister Crowley "In the Years of the Primal Course, in the dawn of terrestrial birth, Man mastered the mammoth and horse, and Man was the Lord of the Earth. He made him an hollow skin from the heart of an holy tree, He compassed the earth therien, and Man was the Lord of the Sea. He controlled the vigour of steam, he harnessed the light- ning for hire; He drove the celestial team, and man was the Lord of the Fire. Deep-mouthed from their thrones deep-seated, the choirs of the æeons declare The last of the demons defeated, for Man is the Lord of the Air. Arise, O Man, in thy strength! the kingdom is thine to inherit, Till the high gods witness at lenght that Man is the Lord of his spirit. ********************************

"The Sabbat Song" "Sleep is waking, waking sleep we ride the broom across the deep, fair is foul and foul is fair by bee and cat, by hound and hare, the living die and the dying live we turn the shears and the sieve, light is darkness, darkness light to farers through the mystic night, up is down and down is up to seekers of the cauldron-cup, lords are churls and churls are lords we leap across the bridge of swords, birth is death and death is birth we tread the paths beneath the earth, Bride is Hag and Hag is Bride between the times we rage and ride, day is night and night is day for farers on the witching way." Tradução: "The Sabbat Song" "Sleep is waking, waking sleep we ride the broom across the deep, fair is foul and foul is fair by bee and cat, by hound and hare, the living die and the dying live we turn the shears and the sieve, light is darkness, darkness light to farers through the mystic night, up is down and down is up to seekers of the cau