Ambergris

136 AMBERGRIS Hail ! Hermes ! thou the wands of ill Hast touched with strength, and they are shivered ! The way is open unto will ! The pregnant Goddess is delivered ! Happy, yea, happy ! happy is he That hath looked forth upon the Bier That goeth to the House of Rest ! His heart is lit with melody ; Peace in his house is master of fear ; His holy Name is in the West When the sun sinks, the royal rays Of moonrise flash across the day’s ! I have risen ! I have risen ! as a mighty hawk of gold ! From the golden egg I gather, and my wings the world enfold. I alight in mighty splendour from the thron’d boats of light ; Companies of Spirits follow me ; adore the Lords of Night. Yea, with gladness did they pæan, bowing low be-fore my car, In my ears their homage echoed from the sunrise to the star. I have risen ! I am gathered as a lovely hawk of gold, I the first-born of the Mother in her ecstasy of old. Lo! I am come to face the dweller in the sacred snake of Khem ; Come to face the Babe and Lion, come to measure force with them ! Ah ! these locks flow down, a river, as the earth’s be- fore the Sun, As the earth’s before the sunset, and the God and I are One. I who entered in a Fool, gain the God by clean endeav- our ; I am shaped as men and women, fair for ever and for ever.