The Equinox (Volume I, Number VIII)

THE EQUINOX That float on the summer air; the hot delight, Awaken no response; only the might Of the shy poesie that enchants the night He cares to love ; the eerie palaces Where the soul finds forbidden harmonies. Oh I Now his eyes dance up to meet the sun ; Curious, he peers into the hurtling air: Oh! all his spirit follows, slim and fair; The spears of light attract him : it is done; The flaw is found ; he bends again, to shun The summer—heat: see! the swift fingers run Like spiders o'er the strings : Look! it is bare, The flaw: and he has found what godhead there !