The Equinox (Volume I, Number IX)

ROSA IGNOTA Herald the day! Aha! Aha! Aha! Ho! Dance in the secret dances of the night, In the mystic windings of the mossy ways Of eld! Oh! let the silence break, break, break At the birth of man from out the universe ! Hail to the Lord of the Sun, and the Sacred Rose! Master of space and time, thou subject god !|— Master of space and time! From the Underworld I speed upon the Way! Ho! Jupiter! Iam Mercury, the little light-heeled god, The summoner of the stars at choiring-time, When they sing thine earth, thine earth, thy sun-child. Yea! From out the deep is sung the song of joy, And the branches of all the trees in all the world Are shaken, and the twilight pools are stirred From slumber by the softly spoken word. And Iam thine! Sunk in the heart of Time Is the memory of thee! Ah! deep! deep! deep In the core of the world! And I am set, a flame, On the altar of song; the old, forgotten ways Are set in me! Iam the risen Pan, Risen from the rainy earth to bear the spring Within me! Oh, thou little soft, shy god, Half girl, half beauteous youth, oh, hail to thee Hail! For the morning is a misty birth, And the sun a shadow, and the world a lie! And I that sing in the early key of blue Am the Rose o’ the World, the long-forgotten Rose! 171