The Equinox (Volume I, Number IX)

ROSA IGNOTA I INVOCATION My unknown Rose! Sweet-hearted, scented purely With all the passion of my heart, if now I sing new songs to thee Where many songs before have marked thee surely Their own, let vagrant Liberty Inform my songs; for I, of the pure brow And the soul that glows With the fervency of eld, invoke thee; for I have known thee : Wandering far into the cities I found thee, Unsuspected still, and round thee The idle worshippers that the wind hath blown thee. It is well; for I know thee and thy magic grace, And the history of thy race, And the times of eld When thou wast born, compelled By sundawn to ope thine eyes.— Ah! Wise! Thou hast not shadowed the thunder, And thereunder Is set the manifold wonderment of thee, Star, star of the seal... 135