the Equinox - The Hermetic Library

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

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50 THE HIGH HISTORY OF GOOD And eager hope in brilliance burns Within the circle of his brows As fast he flies, the snow he spurns. Ah! what a youth and strength he vows To the achievement of the quest! And now the horrid height allows His mastery: day by day from crest To crest he hastens: faster fly His feet: his body knows not rest, Until with magic speed they ply Like oars the snowy waves, surpass In one day's march the galaxy Of Europe's starry mountain mass. “Now,” quoth he, “let me find the quest!” The Beast sterte up. Sir Knight, Alas! Day after day they race, nor rest Till seven days were fairly done. Then doth the Questing Marvel crest The ridge: the knight is well outrun. Now, adding laughter to its din, Like some lewd comet at the sun, Around the panting paladin It runs with all its splendid speed. Yet, knowing that he may not win,

SIR PALAMEDES, THE SARACEN KNIGHT He strains and strives in very deed, So that at last a boulder trips The hero, that he bursts a-bleed, And sanguine from his bearded lips The torrent of his being breaks. The Beast is gone: the hero slips Down to the valley: he forsakes The fond idea (every bone In all his body burns and aches) By speed to attain the dear Unknown, By force to achieve the great Beyond. Yet from that brain may spring full-grown Another folly just as fond. 51

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THE HIGH HISTORY OF GOOD<br />

And eager hope in brilliance burns<br />

Within <strong>the</strong> circle of his brows<br />

As fast he flies, <strong>the</strong> snow he spurns.<br />

Ah! what a youth and strength he vows<br />

To <strong>the</strong> achievement of <strong>the</strong> quest!<br />

And now <strong>the</strong> horrid height allows<br />

His mastery: day by day from crest<br />

To crest he hastens: faster fly<br />

His feet: his body knows not rest,<br />

Until with magic speed <strong>the</strong>y ply<br />

Like oars <strong>the</strong> snowy waves, surpass<br />

In one day's march <strong>the</strong> galaxy<br />

Of Europe's starry mountain mass.<br />

“Now,” quoth he, “let me find <strong>the</strong> quest!”<br />

<strong>The</strong> Beast sterte up. Sir Knight, Alas!<br />

Day after day <strong>the</strong>y race, nor rest<br />

Till seven days were fairly done.<br />

<strong>The</strong>n doth <strong>the</strong> Questing Marvel crest<br />

<strong>The</strong> ridge: <strong>the</strong> knight is well outrun.<br />

Now, adding laughter to its din,<br />

Like some lewd comet at <strong>the</strong> sun,<br />

Around <strong>the</strong> panting paladin<br />

It runs with all its splendid speed.<br />

Yet, knowing that he may not win,

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