Babylon Whores In Arcadia Ego
In Arcadia ego Twisted the rose did grow Sucked up the sap of this world Blood red the petals pearled With some wisdom absurd And outside these walls The night took the rose Bound it with moonlight And cut it up with the morning star In Arcadia ego A rose to drown in snow A sepulchre by the sea Marble to slumber beneath Lulled by a mountain stream And outside these walls The night knows us all In dark woods wandering Detached of our soul "Pour wine and dance if manhood still have pride Bring roses if the rose be yet in bloom All wisdom shut into his onyx eyes Our Father Rosicross sleeps in his tomb" (W.B.Yeats, Frater D.E.D.I.) In Arcadia ego How fast the years did go And how bitter is the wind Blowing from shores of Arcady Outside these walls The night knows us all In dark woods the roses grow In hardship the soul
