Thaumaturge's Periplus.Sonnet XXVI

The Zodiacal Cycle approaches its zenith. Now we proceed to Sonnets XXVI–XXX, where he meets the Water-Bearer and the Dreaming Fish before entering the Kingdom of the Five Elements.

XXVI. The Aquarian Effusion

A figure stands upon the ether’s verge,With urn of crystal, curiously wrought;From which the iridescent waters surge,The liquefied velocity of thought.It pours into the thirsty, parched expanse,Not common rain, but streams of lightning-blue,To wake the sleepers from their leaden trance,And bathe the world in a celestial hue.The thaumaturge receives the downpour’s weight,A baptism of pure, electric grace;It washes out the stains of heavy fate,And leaves a hollow in the spirit’s space.The vessel empties but is never dry,Replenished by the weeping of the sky.