Gods of the cloudland, Christus and Apollo,
Follow, O follow!
“Through the dark valleys, up the misty mountains,
Over the black wastes, past the gleaming fountains,
Praying not, hoping not, resting nor abiding,
Lo, I am riding!
“Clangour and anger of elements are round me,
Torture has clasped me, cruelty has crown’d me,
Sorrow awaits me, Death is waiting with her,
Fast speed I thither.