The Equinox (Volume I, Number VI)

THE RITE OF LUNA SATYR. And in thine honour! [He dance: the dome (md/allsprostrate in the midst. PAN. [Advancing la the T/mme 0f1.mw.] Uncharmable charmer Of Bacchus and Mars, In the sounding rebounding Abyss of the stars! Ο virgin in armour, Thine arrows unsling In the brilliant resilient First rays of the spring! By the force of the fashion Of love, when I broke Through the shroud, through the cloud, Through the storm, through the smoke, Το the mountain of passion Volcanic that woke— By the rage of the mage I invoke, I invoke! By the midnight of madness, The lone-lying sea, The swoon of the moon, Your swoon into me ; The sentinel sadness Of cliff-clinging pine, That night of delight You were mine, you were mine! You were mine, Ο my saint, My maiden, my mate, By the might of the right Of the night of our fate. Though Ι fall, though I faint, Though I char, though I choke, By the hour of our power I invoke, I invoke! Z 123