THE RITE OF JUPITER
HERMANUBIS. Accursed! Accursedl be the soul of impurity,
the body of Sin!
C.I.C.T. I. Irreconcilable, my children, how shall ye partake
of the Banquet of Jupiter, or come to the centre of the wheel?
For this is the secret of Jupiter, that He who created you is
in each of you, yet apart from all; before Him ye are equal,
revolving in Time and in Space; but he is unmoved and
within.
[A fame.
TYPHON. l.
[TYPHON recites.
Sweet, sweet are May and June, dear,
The loves of lambent spring,
Our lamp the drooping moon, dear,
Our roof, the stars that sing
;
The bed, of moss and roses;
The night, as long as death!
Still, breath!
Life wakens and reposes,
Love ever quickeneth!
Sweet, sweet, when Lion and Maiden,
The motley months of gold,
Swoop down with sunlight laden,
And eyes are bright and bold.
Life-swelling breasts uncover
Their warm involving deep—
Love, sleep !—
And lover lies with lover
On air’s substantial steep.
Ah! sweeter was September—
The amber rain of leaves,
The harvest to remember,
The load of sunny sheaves.
In gardens deeply scented,
In orchards heavily hung,
Love flung
Away the days demented
With lips that curled and clung.
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