in arcadia ego / twisted the rose did grow / sucked up the sap of this world /
blood red the petals pearled / with some wisdom absurd
and outside these walls / the night took the rose / bound it with moonlight /
and cut it up with the morning star
in arcadia ego / a rose to drown in snow / a sepulchre by the sea / marble to
slumber beneath / lulled by a mountain stream
and outside these walls / the night knows us all / in dark woods wandering /
detached of our soul
"pour wine and dance if manhood still have pride / bring roses if the rose be
yet in bloom / all wisdom shut into his onyx eyes / our father rosicross sleeps
in his tomb"
in arcadia ego / how fast the years did go / and how bitter is the wind /
blowing from shores of arcady
and outside these walls / the night knows us all / in dark woods the roses
grow / in hardship the soul
in arcadia ego |