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THE EQUINOX
Lilies in the water lapped,
Sunbeams in the branches trapped-—
Windless and eternal even |
Silenced all the birds of heaven
By the low insistent call
Of the constant waterfall!
There, to such a setting be
Its carven gem of deity,
A central flawless fire, enthralled
Like Truth within an emerald !
Thou shalt have a birchen bark
On the river in the dark:
And at the midnight thou shalt go
To the mid-stream’s smoothest flow,
And strike upon a golden bell
The spirit’s call; then say the spell:
“ Angel, mine angel, draw thee nigh!”
Making the Sign of Magistry
With wand of lapis lazuli.
Then, it may be, through the blind dumb
Night thou shalt see thine angel come,
Hear the faint whisper of his wings,
Behold the starry breast begemmed
With the twelve stones of the twelve kings!
His forehead shall be diademed
With the faint light of stars, wherein
The Eye gleams dominant and keen.
Thereat thou swoonest; and thy love
Shall catch the subtle voice thereof.
He shall inform his happy lover;
My foolish prating shall be over!