Some Starlit Garden Grey With Dew, Some Chamber Flushed With Wine And Fire, What Matters Where, So I And You Are Worthy Our Desire? Behind, A Past That Scolds And Jeers For Ungirt Loin And Lamp Unlit; In Front The Unmanageable Years, The Trap Upon The Pit; Think On The Shame Of Dreams For Deeds, The Scandal Of Unnatural Strife, The Slur Upon Immortal Needs, The Treason Done To Life: Arise! No More A Living Lie And With Me Quicken And Control A Memory That Shall Magnify The Universal Soul.