The Equinox (Volume I, Number II)

98 THE EQUINOX Blended, in one annihilation blind Were rent into a myriad of suns. Yea! all the mighty fabric ofa Mind Stood in the abyss, Belching a Law for 7a¢ more awful than for is. XVI Vain was the toil. So then I left the wood And came unto the still black sea, That oily monster of beatitude ! (Hath Thee for Me, and Me for Thee /) There as I stood, a mask of solitude Hiding a face Wried as a satyr’s, rolled that ocean into space. XVII Then did I build an altar on the shore Of oyster-shells, and ringed it round With star-fish. Thither a green flame I bore Of phosphor foam, and strewed the ground With dew-drops, children of my wand, whose core Was trembling steel Electric that made spin the universal Wheel. XVII With that a goat came running from the cave That lurked below the tall white cliff.