ΚΕΦΑΛΗ ΚΘ The Southern Cross in Liber CCCXXXIII, The Book of Lies by Aleister Crowley.

“Love, I love you! Night, night, cover us! Thou art night, O my love; and there are no stars but thine eyes.” [via]

Consider also:

  1. “Dark night, sweet night, so warm and yet so fresh, so scented yet so holy, cover me, cover me!”
  2. “Note the introduction of the name of the Beloved in acrostic in line 15.”
  3. “So also death is but through accident; thou hast hidden thyself in the shadow of thy gross body, and, taking it for reality, thou hast trembled.”
  4. “Thy death shall be the seal of the promise of our age-long love. Hast thou not striven to the inmost in thee? Death is the crown of all. Harden! Hold up thyself! Lift thine head! breathe not so deep — die!”
  5. “Let me be no more! Let me be Thine; let me be Thou; let me be neither Thou nor I; let there be love in night and night in love.”