THE RED STAR. 
39 
Steady I stare  
Into Thine eyes luxorious glare  
Swimming with lust — as if I were  
Some wandering Arab chief enthralled  
By a sphinx with eyes of emerald,  
As a bird fixed by an hissing asp,  
As a maiden in a giant’s grasp,  
As a mariner caught in the viewless iron  
And velvet vice of a singing siren ! 
 
 
I lift this blade to sheer  
In one deliberate sweep 
Of startling light  
All that man holdeth dear.  
From the sun’s high steep to the great deep  
Of unimaginable night  
To dive — I dive.  
Lord, now !  
Pan !  Pan !  
Accept the supreme vow !  
The man  
Shall be no more a man — 
Stay !  who are these ?