The Equinox (Volume I, Number III)

THE EQUINOX You were mine, O my saint, My maiden, my mate, By the might of the right Of the night of our fate. Though I fall, though I faint, Though I char, though I choke, By the hour of our power I invoke, I invoke! By the mystical union Of fairy and faun, Unspoken, unbroken— The dusk to the dawn!— A secret communion Unmeasured, unsung, The listless, resistless, Tumultuous tongue!— O virgin in armour, Thine arrows unsling, In the brilliant resilient First rays of the spring! No Godhead could charm her, But manhood awoke— O fiery Valkyrie, I invoke, I invoke! ALEISTER CROWLEY.