THE TEMPLE OF SOLOMON THE KING
They lead their hosts to victory:
In every joy they are kings; then see
That secret serpent coiled to spring
And win the world! O priest and king,
Let there be feasting, foining, fighting,
A revel of lusting, singing, smiting!
Work; be the bed of work! Hold! Hold!
The stars’ kiss is as molten gold.
Harden! Hold thyself up! now die—
Ah! Ah! Exceed! Exceed!
OLYMPAS. And I?
maRsyas. My stature shall surpass the stars :
He hath said it! Men shall worship me
In hidden woods, on barren scaurs,
Henceforth to all eternity.
oLympas. Hail! I adore thee! Let us feast.
marsyas. I am the consecrated Beast.
I build the Abominable House.
The Scarlet Woman is my Spouse—
oLympas. What is this word?
MARSYAS. Thou canst not know
Till thou hast passed the Fourth Ordeal.
otympas. I worship thee. The moon-rays flow
Masterfully rich and real
From thy red mouth, and burst, young suns
Chanting before the Holy Ones
Thine Eight Mysterious Orisons|
marsyas. The last spell! The availing word !
The two completed by the third!
The Lord of War, of Vengeance
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