The Equinox (Volume III, Number I)

THE EQUINOX Of the living tree that is spirit and soul And body and brain—come over the sea, (Io Pan! Io Pan!) Devil or god, to me, to me, My man! my man! Come with trumpets sounding shrill Over the hill! Come with drums low muttering From the spring! Come with flute and come with pipe! Am I not ripe? I, who wait and writhe and wrestle With air that hath no boughs to nestle My body, weary of empty.clasp, Strong as a lion and sharp as an asp— Come, O come! Iam numb With the lonely lust of devildom. Thrust thy sword through the galling fetter, All-devourer, all-begetter; Give me the sign of the Open Eye, And the token erect of thorny thigh, And the word of madness and mystery, O Pan! Io Pan! Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! Pan Pan! Pan, Tama man: Doas thou wilt, as a great god can, O Pan! Io Pan! Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! Iam awake In the grip of the snake. The eagle slashes with beak and claw;