In sense-intoxicating images
Of future sojourn in celestial realms,
Wherewith they seek to comfort and beguile
Man’s ignorance and man’s simplicity.
Within my boyish soul I sensed the throb
Of utmost ecstasy, when reverently
I raised my thoughts to highest spirit-worlds;
And prayer was then my heart’s necessity.
Thereafter in a cloister was I trained;
Monks were my teachers, and in mine own heart