The Equinox (Volume III, Number I)

188 THE EQUINOX Toward the Zenith stood a star, As of all worthiness and fitness The luminous eternal witness. So silent was the night, that I Stirred the grasses reverently And hid myself. The garden’s glow Darkened, and all the gold below Went out, and left the gold above To its sacrament of love, Save where, to sentinel my station, Gold lilies bowed in adoration. Had I not feared to move, I might Have hid my shame from such a night! Man is not worthy to intrude His soullessness on solitude; Yet God hath made it to befriend Pilgrims, that His peace may pend, A dove upon the dire and dark Waters that assail the ark, And lure their less love to His own. Life is a song, a speech, a groan, As may be; none of these have part In the silence of His heart. Lapsed in that unweanéd air, I awaited, unaware, What might fall. The silence wrapped Veil on veil about me, trapped By the siren Night, whose words