The Winged Beetle

52 THE PRINCESS OF PANORMITA From the Lamb and his prison fare And the Owl’s blind stupor arise ! Be ye wise, and strong, and fair And the nectar afloat in your eyes ! Arise, O ambrosial moon, By the strong immemorial spell, By the subtle veridical rune That is mighty in heaven and hell ! Drip thy mystical dews On the tongues of the tender fauns In the shade of initiate yews Remote from the desert dawns ! Satyrs and Fauns, I call. Bring your beauty to man ! I am the mate for ye all ; I am the passionate Pan. Come, O come to the dance Leaping with wonderful whips, Life on the stroke of a glance, Death in the stroke of the lips ! I am hidden beyond Shed in a secret sinew Smitten through by the fond Folly of wisdom in you ! Come, while the moon (the moon !) Sheds her ambrosial splendour,