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THE EQUINOX
With all their thorns ; we came there at the dawn,
My lord and I; God sailed across
The sky in’s galleon of amber, drawn
By singing winds
While we wove garlands of the flowers of our minds.
IV
All day my lover deigned to murder me,
Linking his kisses in a chain
About my neck ; demon-embroidery!
Bruises like far-off mountains stain
The valley of my body of ivory !
Then last came sleep.
I wake, and he is gone; what should I do but weep?
Vv
Nay, for I wept enough—more sacred tears |—
When first he pinned me, gripped
My flesh, and as a stallion that rears,
Sprang, hero-thewed and satyr-lipped ;
Crushed, as a grape between his teeth, my fears ;
Sucked out my life
And stamped me with the shame, the monstrous word of
wife.
VI
I will not weep; nay, I will follow him.
Perchance he is not far,