The Equinox (Volume I, Number X)

202 THE EQUINOX For fiercer from the South Still flames your cruel hair, And Trojan Helen’s mouth Still not so ripe and rare As Helena’s—nor love nor youth So leaps with lust or thrills with truth. Helena, still we hold Flesh firmer, still we mix Black hair with hair as gold. Life has but served to fix Our hearts; love lingers on the tongue, And who loves once is always young. The stars are still the same; The changeful moon endures; Come without fear or shame, And draw my mouth to yours! Youth fails, however flesh be fain ; Manhood and womanhood attain. Life is a string of pearls, And you the first I strung. You left—first flower of girls !— Life lyric on my tongue, An indefatigable dance, An inexhaustible romance|! Blush of love’s dawn, bright bud That bloomed for my delight, First blossom of my blood, Burn in that blood to-night!