The Call from the West³

"Stay not forever rapt in the East alone.
    We too must plunge into thy Bliss.
O Lord of the gods!
Thy Presence august we crave.
    Torture our naked pride with Thy Peace.

Alas!
we have but mind, and in Matter's reign
    We are forced to live, no heart have we.
Who else shall plumb our sleepless dole save Thou?
    Joy is our choice, not this vain misery.

The Sun of inner life comes not to the fore.
    Long lost our vision's Beauty supreme.
Thy Feet of Love shall smite our folly's crest
    And shut the door to disaster-dream."