the Equinox - The Hermetic Library

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

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38 THE EQUINOX There in the lonely bordj across the dreadful lines of sleeping men, Swart sons of the Sahara, thou didst writhe slim, sinuous and swift, Warning me with a viper's hiss—and was not death upon us then, No bastard of thy maiden kiss? God's grace, the all-surpassing gift! El Arabi! El Arabi! Yea, death is man's Elixir when Life's pale wine foams and splashes over his imagination's rim! El Arabi! El Arabi! El Arabi! witch-amber and obsidian Thine eyes are, to ensorcell me, and leonine thy male caress. Will not God grant us Paradise to end the music Earth began? We play with loaded dice! He cannot choose but raise right hand to bless. El Arabi! El Arabi! Great is the love of God and man While I am trembling in thine arms, wild wanderer of the wilderness! El Arabi! HILDA NORFOLK.

LINOS ISIDOS Lo! I lament. Fallen is the sixfold Star: Slain is Asar. O twinned with me in the womb of Night! O son of my bowels to the Lord of Light! O man of mine that hast covered me From the shame of my virginity! Where art thou? Is it not Apep thy brother, The snake in my womb that am thy mother, That hath slain thee by violence girt with guile, And scattered thy limbs on the Nile? Lo! I lament. I have forged a whirling Star: I seek Asar. O Nepti, sister! Arise in the dusk From thy chamber of mystery and musk! Come with me, though weary the way, To bring back his life to the rended clay! See! are not these the hands that wove Delight, and these the arms that strove With me? And these the feet, the thighs That were lovely in mine eyes? Lo! I lament. I gather in my car Thine head, Asar. 39

38<br />

THE EQUINOX<br />

<strong>The</strong>re in <strong>the</strong> lonely bordj across <strong>the</strong> dreadful lines of sleeping<br />

men,<br />

Swart sons of <strong>the</strong> Sahara, thou didst wri<strong>the</strong> slim, sinuous and<br />

swift,<br />

Warning me with a viper's hiss—and was not death upon us<br />

<strong>the</strong>n,<br />

No bastard of thy maiden kiss? God's grace, <strong>the</strong> all-surpassing<br />

gift!<br />

El Arabi! El Arabi!<br />

Yea, death is man's Elixir when<br />

Life's pale wine foams and splashes over his imagination's<br />

rim!<br />

El Arabi!<br />

El Arabi! El Arabi! witch-amber and obsidian<br />

Thine eyes are, to ensorcell me, and leonine thy male caress.<br />

Will not God grant us Paradise to end <strong>the</strong> music Earth<br />

began?<br />

We play with loaded dice! He cannot choose but raise right<br />

hand to bless.<br />

El Arabi! El Arabi!<br />

Great is <strong>the</strong> love of God and man<br />

While I am trembling in thine arms, wild wanderer of <strong>the</strong><br />

wilderness!<br />

El Arabi!<br />

HILDA NORFOLK.

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