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OLYMPAS.
MARSYAS.
OLYMPAS.
MARSYAS.
OLYMPAS.
MARSYAS.
THE EQUINOX
That slayeth with a single glance!
This light is in me of my Lord.
His Name is this far-whirling sword.
I push His order. Keen and swift
My Hawk's eye flames ; these arms uplift
The Banner of Silence and of Strength—
Hail! Hail! thou art here, my Lord, at length!
Lo, the Hawk-Headed Lord am I:
My nemyss shrouds the night-blue sky.
Hail! ye twin warriors that guard
The pillars of the world! Your time
Is nigh at hand. The snake that marred
Heaven with his inexhaustible slime
Is slain ; I bear the Wand of Power,
The Wand that waxes and that wanes;
I crush the Universe this hour
In my left hand ; and naught remains |
Ho! for the splendour in my name
Hidden and glorious, a flame
Secretly shooting from the sun.
Aum! Ha!—my destiny is done.
The Word is spoken and concealed.
Iam stunned. What wonder was revealed?
The rite is secret.
Profits it?
Only to wisdom and to wit.
The other did no less.
Then prove
Both by the master-key of Love.
The lock turns stiffly? Shalt thou shirk