Of all that man may build and little be,
Mart of the world’s base passions, where thy feast
Of shame was spread, thy sin encompassed me,
Where all desires and all dreams were rife
With lust of flesh and eye and pride of life,
Lo! I have reft thy carnal mastery—
I have gone forth and shut the gates of thee.
Before me lies the desert and the night,
White star and gold above a pathless waste,
Blue shade and gray to where the world effaced