THE RITE OF LUNA
Bear the Cup of Libation!
CANCER.
333—333-333.
Brother
Taurus,
the
shrine is
well guarded.
TAURUS. The shrine is perfectly guarded.
SATYR. Bear the Cup of Liba’tion
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CANCER
333-333-333
PAN.
Hear me, Lord of the Stats!
For thee I have worshipped ever
With stains and sorrows and scars,
With joyful, joyful endeavour.
Hear me, O lily»white goat
!
O crisp as a thicket of thorns,
With a collar of gold for Thy throat,
A scarlet bow for Thy horns!
Here’ in the dusty air,
I build Thee a shrine of yew.
All green is the garland I wear,
But I feed it with blood for dew
!
After the orange bars
That ribbed the green west dying
Are dead, 0 Lord of the Stars,
I come to Thee, come to Thee crying.
The ambrosial moon that arose
With breasts slow heaving in splendour
Drops wine from her infinite snows,
Ineffably, utterly, tender.
O moon
! ambrosial moon!
Arise on my desert of sorrow,
That the magical eyes of me swoon
With lust of rain to—morrow!
Ages and ages ago
I stood on the bank of a river,
Holy and holy and holy, I know,
For ever and ever and ever!
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