the Equinox - The Hermetic Library

the Equinox - The Hermetic Library the Equinox - The Hermetic Library

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6 BEHOLD! Arabia’s burning shore Rings to the hoofs of many a steed. Lord of a legion rides to war The indomitable Palamede. The Paynim fly; his troops delight In murder of many a myriad men, Following exultant into fight Sir Palamede the Saracen. Now when a year and day are done Sir Palamedes is aware Of blue pavilions in the sun, And bannerets fluttering in the air. II Forward he spurs; his armour gleams; Then on his haunches rears the steed; Above the lordly silk there streams The pennon of Sir Palamede! Aflame, a bridegroom to his spouse, He rides to meet with galliard grace Some scion of his holy house, Or germane to his royal race.

SIR PALAMEDES, THE SARACEN KNIGHT But oh! the eyes of shame! Beneath The tall pavilion's sapphire shade There sport a band with wand and wreath, Languorous boy and laughing maid. And in the centre is a sight Of hateful love and shameless shame: A recreant Abyssianian knight Sports grossly with a wanton dame. How black and swinish is the knave! His hellish grunt, his bestial grin; Her trilling laugh, her gesture suave, The cool sweat swimming on her skin! She looks and laughs upon the knight, Then turns to buss the blubber mouth, Draining the dregs of that black blight Of wine to ease their double drouth! God! what a glance! Sir Palamede Is stricken by the sword of fate: His mother it is in very deed That gleeful goes the goatish gait. His mother it his, that pure and pale Cried in the pangs that gave him birth; The holy image he would veil From aught the tiniest taint of earth. 7

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BEHOLD! Arabia’s burning shore<br />

Rings to <strong>the</strong> hoofs of many a steed.<br />

Lord of a legion rides to war<br />

<strong>The</strong> indomitable Palamede.<br />

<strong>The</strong> Paynim fly; his troops delight<br />

In murder of many a myriad men,<br />

Following exultant into fight<br />

Sir Palamede <strong>the</strong> Saracen.<br />

Now when a year and day are done<br />

Sir Palamedes is aware<br />

Of blue pavilions in <strong>the</strong> sun,<br />

And bannerets fluttering in <strong>the</strong> air.<br />

II<br />

Forward he spurs; his armour gleams;<br />

<strong>The</strong>n on his haunches rears <strong>the</strong> steed;<br />

Above <strong>the</strong> lordly silk <strong>the</strong>re streams<br />

<strong>The</strong> pennon of Sir Palamede!<br />

Aflame, a bridegroom to his spouse,<br />

He rides to meet with galliard grace<br />

Some scion of his holy house,<br />

Or germane to his royal race.

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