The Equinox (Volume I, Number VI)

THE RITE OF MARS A loftier Argo cleaves the main, Fraught with a later prize; Another Orpheus sings again, And loves, and weeps, and dies. A new Ulysses leaves once more Calypso for his native shorei Oh, write no more the tale of Troy, If earth Death’s scroll must be! Nor mix with Laian rage the joy Which dawns upon the free; Although a subtler Sphinx renew Riddles of death Thebes never knew. Another Athens shall arise, And to remoter time Bequeath, like sunset to the skies, The splendour of its prime; And leave, if nought so bright may live, All earth can take or Heaven can give. Saturn and Love their long repose Shall burst, more bright and good Than all who fell, than One who rose, Than many unsubdued. Not gold, not blood, their altar dowers, But votive tears and symbol flowers. Oh, cease! must hate and death return ? Cease! must men kill and die? Cease! drain not to its dregs the urn Of bitter prophecy. The world is weary of the past. Oh, might it die or rest at last! Βκο. ARIES. 1-4444. The battle is indeed fought. SOL. IN ARIES. 333—333. The victory is indeed won. BRO. ARIES. Brethren, the Sun is arisen. Let us depart in joy. 61