The Soul of Osiris

THE COURT OF THE PROFANE. 41 My way was more swift than a bow That flings out its barb to the night : My sword struck the infinite blow That smote him, and blackened the flow Of the amorous river of light. I plunged in the stream, and I drew My queen from the clasp of the water ; I crowned her with roses and blue, With yellow and lilies anew ; I called her my love and God’s daughter ! I gave her a sceptre of may, I gave her a girdle of green, I drew her to music and day, I led her the beautiful way To the land where the Winds lie between. So still lingers sun upon sea, Still twilight draws down to the world ; The light of my spirit is she, The soul of her love is in me ; Lithe kisses with music are curled. Like light on the meadows we dwell ; Like twilight clings heart unto heart ; Like midnight the depth of the spell Our love weaves, and stronger than hell The guards of our palace of art.