The Equinox (Volume I, Number VI)

THE RITE OF LUNA Bear the Cup of Libation! CANCER. 333—333-333. Brother Taurus, the shrine is well guarded. TAURUS. The shrine is perfectly guarded. SATYR. Bear the Cup of Liba’tion 1 CANCER 333-333-333 PAN. Hear me, Lord of the Stats! For thee I have worshipped ever With stains and sorrows and scars, With joyful, joyful endeavour. Hear me, O lily»white goat ! O crisp as a thicket of thorns, With a collar of gold for Thy throat, A scarlet bow for Thy horns! Here’ in the dusty air, I build Thee a shrine of yew. All green is the garland I wear, But I feed it with blood for dew ! After the orange bars That ribbed the green west dying Are dead, 0 Lord of the Stars, I come to Thee, come to Thee crying. The ambrosial moon that arose With breasts slow heaving in splendour Drops wine from her infinite snows, Ineffably, utterly, tender. O moon ! ambrosial moon! Arise on my desert of sorrow, That the magical eyes of me swoon With lust of rain to—morrow! Ages and ages ago I stood on the bank of a river, Holy and holy and holy, I know, For ever and ever and ever! 115