The Equinox (Volume I, Number X)

108 OLYMPAS. MARSYAS. OLYMPAS. MARSYAS. OLYMPAS. MARSYAS. THE EQUINOX That slayeth with a single glance! This light is in me of my Lord. His Name is this far-whirling sword. I push His order. Keen and swift My Hawk's eye flames ; these arms uplift The Banner of Silence and of Strength— Hail! Hail! thou art here, my Lord, at length! Lo, the Hawk-Headed Lord am I: My nemyss shrouds the night-blue sky. Hail! ye twin warriors that guard The pillars of the world! Your time Is nigh at hand. The snake that marred Heaven with his inexhaustible slime Is slain ; I bear the Wand of Power, The Wand that waxes and that wanes; I crush the Universe this hour In my left hand ; and naught remains | Ho! for the splendour in my name Hidden and glorious, a flame Secretly shooting from the sun. Aum! Ha!—my destiny is done. The Word is spoken and concealed. Iam stunned. What wonder was revealed? The rite is secret. Profits it? Only to wisdom and to wit. The other did no less. Then prove Both by the master-key of Love. The lock turns stiffly? Shalt thou shirk