The Equinox (Volume I, Number IX)

THE EQUINOX The old enchanted palace of the will Is thine, and god-like dreams of Eld are thine, Of the Underworld of the stars, beneath the sea, Beyond the cloudy palaces of the hills. Ah! never hath the dawn been nearer thee | Fallen to idle sleep, and borne within The temple of Mind, the soul of Night is laid Under the starry canopy of the worlds, And the lamp is set upon her bier; let be, Let her still slumber! Oh, my radiant one, Thou that art born of the dew and of the stars, Come thou to me, while that the soft night sleeps, O thou most inner and supernal dawn, Thou that bearest the torch for the feast of the gods ! In the heart of eld I found thee, and a rose Was thy heart, and a rose thy crown, and tiny rosebuds Girt thy green mantle, and thy yellow hair, Glittered with the dust of the stars! By the river-side Thou camest to me! Oh, the secret night WhenI stared into the water under the moon, Singing and tumbling on its way to the seal The soft stream flowed under the milky stars; And there were poplars by the water-side, Gazing upon themselves ; but I was blind, Blinder than wood, more silent than the moon. And so thou camest to me, O my darling! My little rose-lipped darling! Fountain-cool Thy hands, and thine eyes warm with celestial fire Drawn from the world’s heart! Oh! my little one, 174