LIBER CORDIS CINCTI SERPENTE
47. They cried. He is drunk or He is mad or He is in
pain or He is about to die; and he heard them not.
48. O my Lord, my beloved! How shall I indite songs,
when even the memory of the shadow of thy glory is a
thing beyond all music of speech or of silence?
49. Behold! Iamaman. Even a little child might not
endure Thee. And lo!
50. I was alone in a great park, and by a certain hillock
was a ring of deep enamelled grass wherein green-clad
ones, most beautiful, played.
51. In their play I came even unto the land of Fairy
Sleep.
All my thoughts were clad in green; most beautiful
were they.
52. All night they danced and sang; but Thou art the
morning, O my darling, my serpent that twinest Thee
about this heart.
53. I am the heart, and Thou the serpent. Wind Thy
coils closer about me, so that no light nor bliss may pene-
trate.
54. Crush out the blood of me, as a grape upon the
tongue of a white Doric girl that languishes with her
lover in the moonlight.
55. Then let the End awake. Long hast thou slept, O
great God Terminus! Long ages hast thou waited at
the end of the city and the roads thereof.
Awake Thou! wait no more!
56. Nay, Lord! but I am come to Thee. It is I that
wait at last.
57. The prophet cried against the mountain; come thou
hither, that I may speak with thee!
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