The Oriflamme, Vol. I, No. I
…e! The rocks and trees are yours, And the waters under the hill, By the might of that which endures, The holy heaven of will! I kindle a flame like a torrent To rush from star to star; Your hair as a comet's horrent, Ye shall see things as they are! I lift the mask of matter; I open the heart of man; For I am of force to shatter The cast that hideth—Pan! Your loves shall lap up slaughter, And dabbled with roses of blood, Each desperate darling daughter Shall swim in the fervid flood I bring you laughter and tears The kisses that foam and bleed,…