Indeed The Idols I Have Loved So

Wake! For The Sun, Who Scatter'd Into Flight The Stars Before Him From The Field Of Night, Drives Night Along With Them From Heav'n, And Strikes The Sultan's Turret With A Shaft Of Light

The Moving Finger Writes; And, Having Writ, Moves On: Nor All Your Piety Nor Wit Shall Lure It Back To Cancel Half A Line, Nor All Your Tears Wash Out A Word Of It.

The Stars Are Setting And The Caravan Starts For The Dawn Of Nothing-oh, Make Haste!

Yes, The First Morning Of Creation Wrote What The Last Dawn Of Reckoning Shall Read.

Thy Return Is As Another Sun To Heaven; A New Rose Blooming In The Garden Of The Soul.