98
THE EQUINOX
Blended, in one annihilation blind
Were rent into a myriad of suns.
Yea! all the mighty fabric ofa Mind
Stood in the abyss,
Belching a Law for 7a¢ more awful than for is.
XVI
Vain was the toil. So then I left the wood
And came unto the still black sea,
That oily monster of beatitude !
(Hath Thee for Me, and Me for Thee
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There as I stood, a mask of solitude
Hiding a face
Wried as a satyr’s, rolled that ocean into space.
XVII
Then did I build an altar on the shore
Of oyster-shells, and ringed it round
With star-fish. Thither a green flame I bore
Of phosphor foam, and strewed the ground
With dew-drops, children of my wand, whose core
Was trembling steel
Electric that made spin the universal Wheel.
XVII
With that a goat came running from the cave
That lurked below the tall white cliff.