The Winged Beetle

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.