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"

(W.B.Yeats, Frater D.E.D.I.)

In Arcadia ego

How fast the years did go

And how bitter is the wind

Blowing from shores of Arcady

Outside these walls

The night knows us all

In dark woods the roses grow

In hardship the soul