THE WIZARD WAY 
29 
 
Shot with golden specks of fire 
Like a virgin with desire. 
Look, the levers !  fern-frail fronds 
Of fantastic diamonds, 
Glimmering with ethereal azure 
In each exquisite embrasure. 
On the shaft the letters laced, 
As if dryads lunar-chaste 
With the satyrs were embraced, 
Spelled the secret of the key :   
Sic pervenias.  And he 
Went his wizard way, inweaving 
Dreams of things beyond believing. 
 
When he will, the weary world 
Of the senses closely curled 
Like a serpent round his heart 
Shakes herself and stands apart. 
So the heart’s blood flames expanding, 
Strenuous, urgent, and commanding ;   
And the key unlocks the door 
Where his love lies evermore. 
 
She is of the faery blood ;   
All smaragdine flows its flood. 
Glowing in the amber sky 
To ensorcelled porphyry. 
She hath eyes of glittering flake 
Like a cold grey water-snake.