For some things lest too beautiful to see
Amongst them, sounds too gracious ne'er to hear.
Yet what has lost but it will never be
The hurdle once passed, ahead lies the clear.
There are but two fair paths: the East and the West.
Is there a True North, mimicked by the South?
Hence forth, so suffers, take, in part, the quest.
Lo, fear the river, trail not for its mouth.
But hear, give not to sear the tempted one
Though listen, not to voices from your head.
The gentle elegance, the carnation
May wither, not for long, in all its dread.
Although mythology may fall or fade,
The vulture feared, its great wings, eyes of jade.