50 THE FATAL FORCE
Hear, O hear the mystic song
Of the serpent-moving throng,
Isis mother, Isis maiden, Isis beautiful and strong!
Even as the traitor’s breath
Goeth forth, he perisheth
By the secret sibilant word that is spoken unto death.
RATOUM.
The hour is given unto death. Bring in
Dead Horus, for the night is shed above.
[Coffin brought in.
CHORUS.
The noise of the wind of the winter; the sound
Of the wings of the charioted night ;
The song of the sons of the seas profound ;
The thunder of death; the might
Of the eloquent silence of black light !
RATOUM.
The noise of many planets fallen far!
CHORUS.
Death listens for the voice of life; night waits
The dawn of wisdom: winter seeks the spring!
RATOUM.
The music of all stars arisen; the breath
Of God upon the valley of the dead!