The Equinox (Volume I, Number VII)

HOMAGE PRELIMINARY LIFE that is lost in dullard Dreams of the senses, gol Life, by the soul fair-coloured, Thy valiant trumpets blowI Far from the world where love is lust, And work is pain, and wealth is dust, Rise on the wings of love, and soar Το the sun’s self, the eternal shore Where flaming streamers soar and roll, Angels to guard its secret soul, The Garden where my love and I May walk to all eternity. Who dares to force the fiery gate May win our world inviolate. Children whose hearts are passionate; Maidens whose flesh is fair and fain, And men whose souls no senses stain, Come! These mad miles of flame of ours Are cool as springs and fresh as flowers. xxix