The Equinox (Volume I, Number X)

THE EQUINOX O Thou art like an Hawk of Gold, Miraculously manifold, For all the sky’s aflame to be A mirror magical of Thee! The stars seem comets, rushing down To gem thy robes, bedew thy crown. Like the moon-plumes of a strange bird By a great wind sublimely stirred, Thou drawest the light of all the skies Into thy wake. The heaven dies In bubbling froth of light, that foams About thine ardour. All the domes Of all the heavens close above thee As thou art known of me who love thee. Excellent kiss, thou fastenest on This soul of mine, that it is gone, Gone from all life, and rapt away Into the infinite starry spray Of thine own AZon. . . . Alas for me! I faint. Thy mystic majesty Absorbs this spark. OLYMPAS. All hail! all hail! White splendour through the viewless veil ! I am drawn with thee to rapture. . . . Yet no sooner is this attained than he utters the new doctrine declared in Lider Legis. marsyaS. I bear a message. Heaven hath sent The knowledge of a new, sweet way Into the Secret Element. 104