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THE EQUINOX
By my Will I swept away
The web of metaphysic, smiled
At the blind labyrinth, where the grey
Old snake of madness \vove his wild
Curse I
As I trod the trackless way
Through sunless gorges of Cathay,
I became a little child.
By nameless rivers, swirling through
Chasms, a fantastic blue,
Month by month, on barren hills,
In burning heat, in bitter chills,
Tropic forest, Tartar snow,
Smaragdine archipelago,
See me—led by some wise hand
That I did not understand.
Mom and noon and eve and night
I, the forlorn eremit‘e,
Called on Him with mild devotion,
As the dewdrop woos the ocean.
In my wanderings I came
To an ancient park aflame
With fairies’ feet,
Still wrapped in love,
I was caught up, beyond, above
The tides of being,
The great sight
Of the intolerable light
Of the whole universe that wove
The labyrinth of life and love,
Blazed in me.
Then some giant will,
Mine or another’s, thrust a thrill