The Equinox (Volume I, Number I)

THE TEMPLE OF SOLOMON THE KING DaATH Iam insane. My reason tumbles; The tower of my being crumbles. Here all is doubt, distress, despair: There is no force in strength or prayer. If pass I may, it is by might Of the momentum of my flight. I match, &c. Grex (and the crossing of Daleth) Free from that curse, loosed from that prison ; From all that ruin am I risen! Pure still, the virgin moon beguiles My azure passage with her smiles. Now! O what love divine redeems My death, and bathes it in her beams! What sacring transubstantiates My flesh and blood, and incarnates The quintessential Pan? What shore Stretches beyond this secret door? Hail! O thou sevenfold star of green, Thou fourfold glory—all this teen Caught up in ecstasy—a boon To pass me singing through the moon! Nay! I knew not what glory shone Gold from the breathless bliss beyond: But this I know that I am gone To the heart of God’s great diamond! I match, &c. 329