The Equinox (Volume I, Number I)

THE GARDEN OF JANUS Bathing his limbs in some delicious dim Depth, where the evening star May kiss his mouth, or by the black sky’s rim He makes his prayer To the great serpent that is coiled in rapture there. VII I rose to seek him. First my footsteps faint Pressed the starred moss ; but soon I wandered, like some sweet sequestered saint, Into the wood, my mind. The moon Was staggered by the trees ; with fierce constraint Hardly one ray Pierced to the ragged earth about their roots that lay. VIII I wandered, crying on my Lord. I wandered Eagerly seeking everywhere. The stores of life that on my lips he squandered Grew into shrill cries of despair, Until the dryads frightened and dumfoundered Fled into space— Like to a demon-king’s was grown my maiden face | IX At last I came unto the well, my soul. In that still glass, I saw no sign 95