The Equinox (Volume I, Number IX)

MARSYAS. THE EQUINOX Master of my fate, to rise To imperial destinies; With the sun’s ensanguine dart Spear-bright in my blazing heart, And my being’s basil-plant Bright and hard as adamant! Yonder, faintly luminous, The yellow desert waits for us. Lithe and eager, hand in hand, We travel to the lonely land. There, beneath the stars, the smoke Of our incense shall invoke The Queen of Space; and subtly She Shall bend from Her infinity Like a lambent flame of blue, Touching us, and piercing through All the sense-webs that we are, As the zethyr penetrates a star! Her hands caressing the black earth, Her sweet lithe body arched for love, Her feet a Zephyr to the flowers, She calls my name—she gives the sign That she is mine, supremely mine, And clinging to the infinite girth My soul gets perfect joy thereof Beyond the abysses and the hours; So that—I kiss her lovely brows; She bathes my body in perfume Of sweat . . . O thou, my secret spouse, Continuous One of Heaven! illume