The craving of his senses is not stilled.
Indeed I would not blame the will divine,
Which e’en in craving and in passion pours
Its wisdom-light o’er evolution’s stream.
But when the craving doth conceal itself,
And revel ’neath devotion’s mystic mask,
It causeth thought to lie, and makes will false.
The light that weaves the web of spirit-worlds
Can never penetrate unto such souls,
Since passion spreads a mystic fog between.