The Equinox (Volume I, Number X)

THE EQUINOX See! With an idle rime I slip again to the splendour, With eyes all blinded by time, To this thing that the gods surrender— Ineffably sad and tender As a girl-babe born to die Ere she hath known the blue of the sky, And the light that her love shall lend her. So in an idle dream I have slipped from the yellow-gray; On the wings of song I have crossed the stream To the dawn of immortal youth— To the long-lost love-lit day When the gods in glamour and ruth Passed as a dream away, In a dream that was known for the truth. III AMOR INTELLECTUALIS THE soft, gray autumn’s radiant stars Bend down, like pallid nenuphars Over a woodland pool, and I See night, blind night, beyond the sky: Autumn in London, gray and gold. Autumn in London, chaste and cold. By woodland ways, with silent tread, Pass, dusty dreams! dreams dim and dead 140