The Equinox (Volume III, Number I)

LIBER CORDIS CINCTI SERPENTE 47. They cried. He is drunk or He is mad or He is in pain or He is about to die; and he heard them not. 48. O my Lord, my beloved! How shall I indite songs, when even the memory of the shadow of thy glory is a thing beyond all music of speech or of silence? 49. Behold! Iamaman. Even a little child might not endure Thee. And lo! 50. I was alone in a great park, and by a certain hillock was a ring of deep enamelled grass wherein green-clad ones, most beautiful, played. 51. In their play I came even unto the land of Fairy Sleep. All my thoughts were clad in green; most beautiful were they. 52. All night they danced and sang; but Thou art the morning, O my darling, my serpent that twinest Thee about this heart. 53. I am the heart, and Thou the serpent. Wind Thy coils closer about me, so that no light nor bliss may pene- trate. 54. Crush out the blood of me, as a grape upon the tongue of a white Doric girl that languishes with her lover in the moonlight. 55. Then let the End awake. Long hast thou slept, O great God Terminus! Long ages hast thou waited at the end of the city and the roads thereof. Awake Thou! wait no more! 56. Nay, Lord! but I am come to Thee. It is I that wait at last. 57. The prophet cried against the mountain; come thou hither, that I may speak with thee! 75