Collected Works (Vol. I)

144 THE FATAL FORCE SAF, In the ways of the depth and the height, Where the multitude stars are at ease, I have heard you as a god There is music and terrible light, Immutable. CHORUS. Thou art as proud and calm As statued Memnon. Thou art more than god And less than man. not. Thine eyelids tremble S’AFI. I shall avenge it asa god. The land Shall be made free. AMENHATEP. And the old gods have sway, Re-born from incorruption. S’AFI. The old gods ! I must muse deeply. Keep your ancient ways A little. I must play the part through so. CHORUS. In the ways of the North and the South Whence the dark and the dayspring are drawn, . We pass with the song of the mouth Of the notable Lord of the Dawn. Unto Ra, the desire of the East, let the clamour of singing proclaim The fire of his name ! In the ways of the East and the West Whence the night and the day are dis- crowned, We pass with the beat of his breast, And the breath of his crying is bound. Unto Toum, the low Lord of the West, let the noise of our chant be the breath Proclaiming him Death ! And the violent song of the seas. Unto Mou, the most powerful Lord of the South, let our worship declare Him Lord of the Air! In the mutable fields that are sown Of a seed that is whiter than noon, Whose harvest is beaten and blown By the magical rays of the moon, In the caverns and wharves of the wind, in the desolate seas of the air, Revolveth our prayer ! In the sands and the desert of death, In the horrible flowerless lands, In the fields that the rain and the breath Of the sun make as gold as the sands With ripening wheat, in the earth, in the infinite realm of its seed, The hearts of us bleed ! In the wonderful flowers of the foam, Blue billows and breakers grown grey, When the storm sweeps triumphantly home From the bed of the violate day, In the furious waves of the sea, wild world of tempestuous night, Our song is as light ! In the tumult of manifold fire, Multitudinous mutable feet That dance to an infinite lyre On the heart of the world as they beat, In the flowers of the bride of the flame, in the warrior Lord of the Fire, There burns our desire ! AMENHATED. Cry now, bewail the broken house, wail The ruin of the land; cry out on Fate!