In The Temple

The subtle-souled dim radiant queen

Burns like a bale-fire through the mist;

The slender earth is bright and green,

Emerald, gray and amethyst;

The wavering breeze has slowly kissed

The way between

Her zone and wrist.

Pale guardian of the altar-flame,

Syren of old, perfidious song,

A murmuring runnel lately came

In streaming hate of mortal wrong.

Wait, for, my goddess, not for long

The snake is tame. …

See! He is strong!

The wide-set temple-pillars gleam,

As marble white, and tall as pines;

The doorway to immortal dream

Lies through the temple’s purple shrines.

Behold, pure queen, the magic signs.

Let words out-stream

As mingled wines! …

Victor B Neuburg, Equinox I iv

 

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