The Equinox (Volume I, Number III)

SIR PALAMEDES, THE SARACEN KNIGHT Then as he rushes forth the note Roars from that Beast’s malignant throat With laughter, laughter, laughter, laughter! The wits of Palamedes float In ecstasy of shame and rage. “O Thou!” exclaims the baffled sage; “ How should I match Thee? Yet, I will so, Though Doomisday devour the Age. Weeping, and beating on his breast, Gnashing his teeth, he still confessed The might of the dread oath that bound him: He would not yet give up the quest. “Nay! while I am,” quoth he, “ though Hell Engulph me, though God mock me well, I follow as I sware; I follow, Though it be unattainable. Nay, more! Because I may not win, Is’t worth man’s work to enter in! The Infinite with mighty passion Hath caught my spirit in a gin. Come! since I may not imitate The Beast, at least I work and wait. We shall discover soon or late Which is the master—I or Fate!” 85