The facing seasons change in storm,
And I through time’s long equinox
Must challenge darkness at its norm,
To seek always an unseen Crux,
And by that love I would beseech
Mock still the entity which mocks.
Though, in the land I do not reach,
The season keeps, and in blue skies
Blue grapes hang, swollen each to each, –
Condoned already, compromise
Steals blue by blue the summer’s truth.
Eternal equinox must rise:
Fruit out-of-season draw the mouth
Unebbing love no more assails;
The Cross set clouded in that South
Where, all unchallenged, Hell prevails.
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