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The Reign of Darkness hath an end. Behold ! Eight stars are gathered in one fiery sign. This is the birth-hour of the Age of Gold ; The false gold pales before the Gold divine. The Christ is calling to the starry fold Of Souls—Arise and shine ! The Isis of the World hath raised her veil One moment, that fresh glory of the stars May glow through winter, where the sun is pale ; Melt snow-bound lilies ; bid the prison bars, Wherein men bow their heads and women wail, Blossom to nenuphars. The sacred lotus of the universe Blossoms this century—a mi…
1901 · PDF PAGE 30
…to hold. Young children and graybeards, delighting To die for their country of old ! For the ravenous lion is smiting A stroke for their gold. 28
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…ll rusted and red : Spear shakes and sword flashes, exclaimant To share in the spoil of the dead. A helmet flames forth on his forehead, Gold sparks from the forge of the stars, His shield with the Gorgon made horrid Hath blood on its bull-battled bars— Thou God of me, Mars ! He strides through the vibrating aether ; Spurns earth from His warrior feet ; Shakes fire from the forges beneath her ; His glances are fervid and fleet. With a cry that makes tremble the thunder, Light-speared, with a sword that is flame, He bursts the vast spaces asunde…
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…madden with the ecstasy divine ! My soul leaps sunwards, shrieking—and behold ! Out of the ocean and the kindling brine Apollo’s face of gold ! What music, what delirium, what delight ! What dancing madness catches at my feet ! A tongue of fresh, impossible, keen light Burns on my brow—a silver stream of heat. I am constrained : The Awful Word I write From the one Paraclete. 15
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Therefore, this message of the Gods to thee ! What banner floats above thy bastions ? The oriflamme, the golden fleur-de-lys ? The eagle, or the tricolour ? Thy sons Choose their own flag, contented to be free, With freemen’s orisons. The mist is gathering on the seer’s sight— I cannot see the future of thy state. Or, am I dazzled by resounding light ? I know this thing—thy future shall be great ! Come war, come revolution ! In their spite Thou mayst compel thy Fate. O German Empire ! Let thy sons beware, Not crowding sordid towns for lust of g…
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…s upon the sea ; That clad herself in crimson silk and robes of black And gave men blood instead of milk ; and made a track Of lives and gold and dust and death on land and sea, She is fallen, is fallen ! Her breath I take to me. That which I gave I take, and that she thought to build, I, even I, will break it flat : my curse fulfilled. 6