The Equinox (Volume I, Number IX)

THE TEMPLE OF SOLOMON THE KING OLYMPAS. MARSYAS. OLYMPAS. MARSYAS. Master, while yet the glory clings Declare this mystery magical | I am yet borne on those blue wings Into the Essence of the All. Now, now I stand on earth again, Though, blazing through each nerve and vein, The light yet holds its choral course, Filling my frame with fiery force Like God’s. Now hear the Apocalypse New-fledged on these reluctant lips ! I tremble like an aspen, quiver Like light upon a rainy river ! Do what thou wilt! is the sole word Of law that my attainment heard. Arise, and lay thine hand on God! Arise, and set a period Unto Restriction! That is sin: To hold thine holy spirit in! O thou that chafest at thy bars, Invoke Nuit beneath her stars With a pure heart (Her incense burned Of gums and woods, in gold inurned), And let the serpent flame therein A little, and thy soul shall win To lie within her bosom. Lo! Thou wouldst give all—and she cries: No! Take all, and take me! Gather spice And virgins and great pearls of price| Worship me in a single robe, Crowned richly! Girdle of the globe, 105