Hidden Shrine -

Let not the dark

Its prying ghosts peer on my retreat

And see the fragments of a broken lie

Scattered at my feet

I fashioned it, that idol of my own

Of metal strange and bright

I made my toy, I made my toy a god

I raised a throne to honour my delight

My steps turned ever to the hidden shrine

Unaware, my soul dwelt only in that spot divine

And now a wreck lies there

This haunted pathway of the grove was lit

With lamps my hand had trimmed

Before the altar in the midst of it

I kept their flam undimmed

My steps turned ver to the hidden shrine

Unaware, my soul dwelt only in that spot divine

And now a wreck lies there

My steps turned beyond the heavy trees

And in the east the day is heralded

When dawn is spread

I shall have gathered up my heart’s desire

I shall have forged a sword in a deathless fire