I Had Drawn Away Into The Salt,

O Ruthless, Perilous, Imperious Hate, You Can Not Thwart The Promptings Of My Soul.

For This Beauty, Beauty Without Strength, Chokes Out Life.

O Happy, Happy Each Man Whom Predestined Fate Leads To The Holy Rite Of Hill And Mountain Worship.

I Had Drawn Away Into The Salt, Myself, A Shell Emptied Of Life.

That Way Of Inspiration Is Always Open, And Open To Everyone; It Acts As Go-between, Interpreter, It Explains Symbols Of The Past In To-day's Imagery.