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
!