THE RITE OF LUNA
SATYR. And in thine honour!
[He dance: the dome (md/allsprostrate in the midst.
PAN. [Advancing la the T/mme 0f1.mw.]
Uncharmable charmer
Of Bacchus and Mars,
In the sounding rebounding
Abyss of the stars!
Ο virgin in armour,
Thine arrows unsling
In the brilliant resilient
First rays of the spring!
By the force of the fashion
Of love, when I broke
Through the shroud, through the cloud,
Through the storm, through the smoke,
Το the mountain of passion
Volcanic that woke—
By the rage of the mage
I invoke, I invoke!
By the midnight of madness,
The lone-lying sea,
The swoon of the moon,
Your swoon into me ;
The sentinel sadness
Of cliff-clinging pine,
That night of delight
You were mine, you were mine!
You were mine, Ο my saint,
My maiden, my mate,
By the might of the right
Of the night of our fate.
Though Ι fall, though I faint,
Though I char, though I choke,
By the hour of our power
I invoke, I invoke!
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