And these are the Calvary Stations, set
On my way through The Land of Heart’s Regret.
Life no longer imperious calls
With a silver trumpet from golden walls.
My ears grow dull and my eyes grow dim,
He wearies of me, as I of him.
I will rise; I will go my ways and pass
From that I am unto that I was.
I will drug my senses and drown my soul
Where the incense clouds from the altar roll,