In the mind's furthest depths,
preserved from all vain delight,
order and solitude in all glorious might.
Banished, the sensual gaze,
starved, the greedy eye.
Let no one ever doubt,
under this our only sky,
what folly keeps from man,
till the day he lets it die.
Friendships come, friendships go.
Wisdom lost, grief so low.
Frail mind so tender very much,
frail mind pray truth subtle touch.
Frail mind in a thick haze,
straight forward out of sight,