In the mind's furthest depths,
preserved from all vain delight,
order and solitude in all glorious might.
Banished, the sensual gaze,
starved, the greedy eye.
Let no one ever doubt,
under this our only sky,
what folly keeps from man,
till the day he lets it die.
Topic(s) of this poem: greed, life, mind, sensual, solitude, wisdom
Form: Free Verse
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.