Airing art tranquil bells Stand, turn, gaze upon oceans adrift Within, uplifted to the breast of the sphinx The mediation of day to nightfall Casts a crimson phenomenate Unrest, broke stirrings Of whose death agonized from extinction A transition to nature Nor even the dead at peace Poetic words of shrouds and hearts Riding fantastic deities As was truth afar from saviourists teachings Thee god-spoken Will fall prey To the mothering figurehead A transition to nature