The Equinox (Volume I, Number IX)

ROSA IGNOTA Oh, shall they be renewed, those sacred hours? Or shall the jealous gods our love destroy, Being jealous that with only mortal powers We have dared to steal their own immortal joy? Yet, for each hour that we have stolen, give An zon of the life the high gods live! XXII IN THE END From bud to bud the butterfly of thought Hovers; around the red Rose of the Will He lingers, seeking for the honey wrought In its golden heart; the long hours linger still In silent sweetness, and from flower to flower He brings desire of love from hour to hour. The song is sung; the way is sharply set Under dim willowy woods; the thing is done: For me no more to linger or regret; Fulfilment comes, in sight of day and sun. From night's dense darkness let the spark be struck, With life for candle, and with love for luck. Green Night, the virgin mother of my song, Green Youth, the sire of all my songs; let be : It may befall I shall not linger long Under the daylight’s golden empery; In light and dark still shall the silent river Bear on my soul, my soul shall bear for ever.