To some far rocky island let me flee,
Piercing the bosom of an unknown sea,
There let me live in sweet converse with thee.
Or in some Theban desert, too remote
E’en for the sound of Memnon’s warning note,
Or ’mid the rocks on Sinai’s shaking brow,
Where the fierce fires of God’s anger glow;
Or buried in some clammy convent cell,
No matter where, dear Lord, so I may dwell
Apart from all the universe but thee;