THE EQUINOX
magnificent. She became the god, absorbed in His being;
her dreadful shriek—the cry of a soul at Heaven’s gate
smitten by the lightning into the abyss—changed to a
marvellous laughter of love as she touched the summit of
felicity.
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So much I saw; yet the cloud withdrew itself; the lights
redeemed their lustre. There in the midst my love awaited
me—me—and I stood, as a diver that hesitates, so that he
may enjoy to the full the foretaste of the plunge.
I stood there, very God of very God, in the glittering
green of her eyes, that darted flames of exquisite ardour upon
me—ay, upon me.
Had I been standing there a moment or an zon?
Francis BENDICK.
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