The Equinox (Volume I, Number X)

102 THE EQUINOX Lilies in the water lapped, Sunbeams in the branches trapped-— Windless and eternal even | Silenced all the birds of heaven By the low insistent call Of the constant waterfall! There, to such a setting be Its carven gem of deity, A central flawless fire, enthralled Like Truth within an emerald ! Thou shalt have a birchen bark On the river in the dark: And at the midnight thou shalt go To the mid-stream’s smoothest flow, And strike upon a golden bell The spirit’s call; then say the spell: “ Angel, mine angel, draw thee nigh!” Making the Sign of Magistry With wand of lapis lazuli. Then, it may be, through the blind dumb Night thou shalt see thine angel come, Hear the faint whisper of his wings, Behold the starry breast begemmed With the twelve stones of the twelve kings! His forehead shall be diademed With the faint light of stars, wherein The Eye gleams dominant and keen. Thereat thou swoonest; and thy love Shall catch the subtle voice thereof. He shall inform his happy lover; My foolish prating shall be over!