The Equinox (Volume I, Number VII)

42 THE EQUINOX By my Will I swept away The web of metaphysic, smiled At the blind labyrinth, where the grey Old snake of madness \vove his wild Curse I As I trod the trackless way Through sunless gorges of Cathay, I became a little child. By nameless rivers, swirling through Chasms, a fantastic blue, Month by month, on barren hills, In burning heat, in bitter chills, Tropic forest, Tartar snow, Smaragdine archipelago, See me—led by some wise hand That I did not understand. Mom and noon and eve and night I, the forlorn eremit‘e, Called on Him with mild devotion, As the dewdrop woos the ocean. In my wanderings I came To an ancient park aflame With fairies’ feet, Still wrapped in love, I was caught up, beyond, above The tides of being, The great sight Of the intolerable light Of the whole universe that wove The labyrinth of life and love, Blazed in me. Then some giant will, Mine or another’s, thrust a thrill