THE PILGRIM
By Eleanor Downing
Behind me lies the mistress of the East,Golden in evening, fairy dome on domePoised and irised like the far-flung foamLashed on the ribs of some forsaken coast.Wicked and lovely temptress, fruitless boastOf all that man may build and little be,Mart of the world’s base passions, where thy feastOf shame was spread, thy sin encompassed me,Where all desires and all dreams were rifeWith lust of flesh and eye and pride of life,Lo! I have reft thy carnal mastery—I have gone forth and shut the gates of thee.Before me lies the desert and the night,White star and gold above a pathless waste,Blue shade and gray to where the world effacedFlings loose its shadows on the lap of God.Briars and dust upon my brow, unshod,In pilgrim weeds athwart a vineless land,My feet shall pass and mark the path aright,For lo! Thy staff and rod are in my hand;And with the light Thy city shall unfurlIts golden oriflames and tents of pearl—Dead Babylon, thy gilden clasp I flee;Jerusalem, lift up thy gates to me!
Behind me lies the mistress of the East,Golden in evening, fairy dome on domePoised and irised like the far-flung foamLashed on the ribs of some forsaken coast.Wicked and lovely temptress, fruitless boastOf all that man may build and little be,Mart of the world’s base passions, where thy feastOf shame was spread, thy sin encompassed me,Where all desires and all dreams were rifeWith lust of flesh and eye and pride of life,Lo! I have reft thy carnal mastery—I have gone forth and shut the gates of thee.Before me lies the desert and the night,White star and gold above a pathless waste,Blue shade and gray to where the world effacedFlings loose its shadows on the lap of God.Briars and dust upon my brow, unshod,In pilgrim weeds athwart a vineless land,My feet shall pass and mark the path aright,For lo! Thy staff and rod are in my hand;And with the light Thy city shall unfurlIts golden oriflames and tents of pearl—Dead Babylon, thy gilden clasp I flee;Jerusalem, lift up thy gates to me!
Behind me lies the mistress of the East,Golden in evening, fairy dome on domePoised and irised like the far-flung foamLashed on the ribs of some forsaken coast.Wicked and lovely temptress, fruitless boastOf all that man may build and little be,Mart of the world’s base passions, where thy feastOf shame was spread, thy sin encompassed me,Where all desires and all dreams were rifeWith lust of flesh and eye and pride of life,Lo! I have reft thy carnal mastery—I have gone forth and shut the gates of thee.
Behind me lies the mistress of the East,
Golden in evening, fairy dome on dome
Poised and irised like the far-flung foam
Lashed on the ribs of some forsaken coast.
Wicked and lovely temptress, fruitless boast
Of all that man may build and little be,
Mart of the world’s base passions, where thy feast
Of shame was spread, thy sin encompassed me,
Where all desires and all dreams were rife
With lust of flesh and eye and pride of life,
Lo! I have reft thy carnal mastery—
I have gone forth and shut the gates of thee.
Before me lies the desert and the night,White star and gold above a pathless waste,Blue shade and gray to where the world effacedFlings loose its shadows on the lap of God.Briars and dust upon my brow, unshod,In pilgrim weeds athwart a vineless land,My feet shall pass and mark the path aright,For lo! Thy staff and rod are in my hand;And with the light Thy city shall unfurlIts golden oriflames and tents of pearl—Dead Babylon, thy gilden clasp I flee;Jerusalem, lift up thy gates to me!
Before me lies the desert and the night,
White star and gold above a pathless waste,
Blue shade and gray to where the world effaced
Flings loose its shadows on the lap of God.
Briars and dust upon my brow, unshod,
In pilgrim weeds athwart a vineless land,
My feet shall pass and mark the path aright,
For lo! Thy staff and rod are in my hand;
And with the light Thy city shall unfurl
Its golden oriflames and tents of pearl—
Dead Babylon, thy gilden clasp I flee;
Jerusalem, lift up thy gates to me!