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THE STAR IN THE WEST
As also does
the song of Orpheus
:
O Hawk of gold with power enwalled ,
Whose face
is like an emerald ;
Whose crown is indigo as night ;
Smaragdine snakes about thy brow
Twine , and
the disc of flaming light
Is on thee , seated
in the prow
Of the Sun's
bark , enthroned above
With lapis-lazuli for love
And ruby for enormous
force
Chosen to seat thee , thee girt round
With leopard's pell , and golden sound
Of planets
choral in their course !
O thou self-formulated sire !
Self -master of thy dam's
desire !
Thine eyes blaze forth with fiery light ;
Thine heart a secret
sun of flame !
I adore the insuperable might :
I bow before
the unspoken
Name .
For I am Yesterday , and I
To-day, and I to -morrow , born
Now and again , on high , on high
Travelling
on Dian's naked horn !
I am the Soul that doth create
The Gods , and all the kin of Breath .
I come
from
the sequestered
state ;
My birth is from the House of Death .
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 throned boats
of light ;
Companies of Spirits follow me ; adore the Lords of Night .
Yea , with gladness did they
pæan , bowing low before
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 come
to face the dweller in the sacred snake of Khem ;