Eastward; where the
desert sands
In dunes and plains so
sullen,
Pass into the lotus lands
Where drooping roofs are
fallen;
Where cherry blossoms
sighing
In passing breezes
gather,
From crooked trees all
flying,
And land on crowds
together.
Where Oriental customs
Are everywhere in number,
Where talk is many
fustians,
And common peasants
slumber.
Where cats in monsoon
shelter,
When the hangdog workers
drink
The liquid of a maltster,
And quick'ning blood is
pink
In sallow faces'
gladness;
Where hats triangle
covers'
Shield from the summer's
heating,
Where shyness of the
lovers,
Is beauty, lovely,
fleeting;
Near on Arabian cusps,
Where life is hard and
passioned,
Where infuses spice in
wisps
Into the food they
fashioned;
And towered domes on
alleys
Project their thicker
shadows,
And roused up soldier
ralleys,
Stain scarlet fields and
hollows;
There are the pleasant
rivers,
In boldened sunset
redness,
And silhouetted figures,
Where marries now a
princess,
And gladdens chosen
singers.
Westward; ever changing
Cross,
Where faithful men are
flagging,
Where too much tongues tell of loss,
And hopes are lately
sagging.
Fail not, O stately
spires, soar
Still up toward the
Heavens,
And having faith, have
the more,
In holy bands of Sevens.
See now the churches
unite,
Accordant with the
Saviour,
And heal the internal
plight
With countless holy
favour.
Civilisations! Athens,
Rome, Paris, London,
Berlin,
Tear off bonds and cuffs
in tens
These so many drops, this
sin!
You have led unto these
times
With unremitting ardour,
Now forget your former
crimes,
Regain your holy fervour!
The Mediterranean
Brings life into your
cultures,
I see the paintings'
meaning!
I see the marble
sculptures!
I see the arcades'
beauties!
I see the fountains
flourish!
Now take again thy
duties,
And blush with purpose,
nourish,
Your never failing
meaning.
Not failing, neither
ailing,
And dauntless to the
mission
Never checked, never
paling,
The Westlands holy
vision!
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