The Equinox (Volume I, Number I)

THE EQUINOX magnificent. She became the god, absorbed in His being; her dreadful shriek—the cry of a soul at Heaven’s gate smitten by the lightning into the abyss—changed to a marvellous laughter of love as she touched the summit of felicity. * * * * * So much I saw; yet the cloud withdrew itself; the lights redeemed their lustre. There in the midst my love awaited me—me—and I stood, as a diver that hesitates, so that he may enjoy to the full the foretaste of the plunge. I stood there, very God of very God, in the glittering green of her eyes, that darted flames of exquisite ardour upon me—ay, upon me. Had I been standing there a moment or an zon? Francis BENDICK. 190