Lo! away in the farthest East there is the shadow of a light;The Earth seeth and lifts herself. She looks out from beneath the hollow of her hand.Then thy great angels fly forth from the Holy Place, oh Sun,They shoot their fiery swords into the darkness and shrivel it up.They climb the heavens and cast down the pale stars from their thrones;Yea, they hurl the changeful stars back into the womb of the night;They cause the moon to become wan as the face of a dying man,And behold! Thy glory comes, oh Sun!
Oh, Thou beautiful one, Thou drapest thyself in fire.The wide heavens are thy pathway: thou rollest o’er them as a chariot.The Earth is thy bride. Thou dost embrace her and she brings forth children;Yea, Thou favourest her, and she yields her increase.Thou art the All Father and the giver of life, oh Sun.The young children stretch out their hands and grow in thy brightness;The old men creep forth and seeing remember their strength.Only the dead forget Thee, oh Sun!
When Thou art wroth then Thou dost hide Thy face;Thou drawest around Thee a thick curtain of shadows.Then the Earth grows cold and the Heavens are dismayed;They tremble, and the sound thereof is the sound of thunder:They weep, and their tears are outpoured in the rain;They sigh, and the wild winds are the voice of their sighing.The flowers die, the fruitful fields languish and turn pale;The old men and the little children go unto their appointed placeWhen Thou withdrawest thy light, oh Sun!
Say, what art Thou, oh Thou matchless Splendour –Who set Thee on high, oh Thou flaming Terror?When didst Thou begin, and when is the day of Thy ending?Thou art the raiment of the living Spirit. {Endnote 16}None did place Thee on high, for Thou was the Beginning.Thou shalt not be ended when thy children are forgotten;Nay, Thou shalt never end, for thy hours are eternal.Thou sittest on high within thy golden house and measurest out the centuries.Oh Father of Life! oh dark-dispelling Sun!
He ceased this solemn chant, which, though it seems a poor enough thing after going through my mill, is really beautiful and impressive in the original; and then, after a moment’s pause, he glanced up towards the funnel-sloped opening in the dome and added —
Oh Sun, descend upon thine Altar!
As he spoke a wonderful and a beautiful thing happened. Down from on high flashed a splendid living ray of light, cleaving the twilight like a sword of fire. Full upon the closed petals it fell and ran shimmering down their golden sides, and then the glorious flower opened as though beneath the bright influence. Slowly it opened, and as the great petals fell wide and revealed the golden altar on which the fire ever burns, the priests blew a blast upon the trumpets, and from all the people there rose a shout of praise that beat against the domed roof and came echoing down the marble walls. And now the flower altar was open, and the sunlight fell full upon the tongue of sacred flame and beat it down, so that it wavered, sank, and vanished into the hollow recesses whence it rose. As it vanished, the mellow notes of the trumpets rolled out once more. Again the old priest flung up his hands and called aloud —
We sacrifice to thee, oh Sun!
Once more I caught Nyleptha’s eye; it was fixed upon the brazen flooring.
‘Look out,’ I said, aloud; and as I said it, I saw Agon bend forward and touch something on the altar. As he did so, the great white sea of faces around us turned red and then white again, and a deep breath went up like a universal sigh. Nyleptha leant forward, and with an involuntary movement covered her eyes with her hand. Sorais turned and whispered to the officer of the royal bodyguard, and then with a rending sound the whole of the brazen flooring slid from before our feet, and there in its place was suddenly revealed a smooth marble shaft terminating in a most awful raging furnace beneath the altar, big enough and hot enough to heat the iron stern-post of a man-of-war.