The Equinox (Volume I, Number X)

236 THE EQUINOX Hyacinth petal sweet to smell, Split-hoof of the glad gazelle, Be thou mine as I am thine, As the vine’s ensigns entwine At the sacring of the sun, Thou the even and I the odd Being and becoming one On the abacus of God! Thou the sacred snake that rears Death, a jewelled crest across The enchantment of the years, All my love that is my loss. Life and death, two and one, Hate and love, moon and sun, Light and darkness, never swerve From the norm, note the nerve, Name the name, exceed the excess Of thy lamp of loveliness, Living snake of lazy love, Ithyphallic that uprears Its Palladium above The enchantment of the years !