Star In the West TNR.pdf - The Hermetic Library

*Orpheus, vol. iii, pp. 200.
O bountiful bowers and O beautiful gardens!
O isles in the azure Ionian deep!
Ere ripens the sun, ere the spring-wind hardens
Your fruits once again ye shall have me to keep.
The sleep-god laments, and the love-goddess pardons,
When love at the last sinks unweary to sleep.*
As also does the song of Orpheus:
O Hawk of gold with power enwalled,
Whose face is like an emerald;
Whose crown is indigo as night;
Smaragdine snakes about thy brow
Twine, and the disc of flaming light
Is on thee, seated in the prow
Of the Sun’s bark, enthroned above
With lapis-lazuli for love
And ruby for enormous force
Chosen to seat thee, thee girt round
With leopard’s pell, and golden sound
Of planets choral in their course!
O thou self-formulated sire!
Self-master of thy dam’s desire!
Thine eyes blaze forth with fiery light;
Thine heart a secret sun of flame!
I adore the insuperable might:
I bow before the unspoken Name.
For I am Yesterday, and I
To-day, and I to-morrow, born
Now and again, on high, on high
Travelling on Dian’s naked horn!
I am the Soul that doth create
The Gods, and all the kin of Breath.
I come from the sequestered state;
My birth is from the House of Death.