The Equinox (Volume I, Number II)

THE EQUINOX III She passes by, she passes still The secret ways of earth ; She kissed Will Blake beneath the hill, Robbed Shelley’s heart of mirth. But I have stopped with love her lips, And as into my arms she slips, I clip her close, and take my fill Of joy to make new birth. IV Oh, holloa! holloa! the hills among, And holloa! down the dale : I bear a golden lyre full-strung With heart-strings bright and pale. I’ve lilies from the fountain-head, And purple flags and roses red, And all the songs of Pan have flung Their fragrance in my tale. Vv And but as yesterday it seems She tripped me as I ran, And scattering all my half-fledged dreams, Hailed me a foolish man. Perchance my dreams shall wing their way To some such other fool, perfay— God stop his mouth to still his screams, And help him if He can! 132