The Equinox (Volume I, Number IX)

150 THE EQUINOX For that whereof He was wrought Was bound up with the curse Of love. So let him lie with earth above, And earth below. He hath forgotten who was fulfilled of woe. He is buried deep, oh! deep: Leave him alone to sleep. Leave him to sleep alone under the sky; He had one mighty vision, and did die. Now he is dead that dream shall be fulfilled While he doth sleep. For, whilst his song is utterly stilled, His dream doth wake again, And laugh and weep. But he is free, and knoweth no more pain. VII THE SONG Yea! I who have lain dead among the roses Have slain love utterly in my soul By mine own death ! O constant-playing fount Under the shadow of our Venus’ mount— Thou whom I love, unto whose vine uncloses The gaping wound whose sap hath made me whole,—