Arthur Davison Ficke

IT is not lust that leads me,

It is not evil drives me;

But beauty, beauty, beauty,

Calling afar off.

Prophet and poet know my urge and torture;

Hermit and dreamer are my errant brothers.

For I am mad with unattainèd beauty

Calling afar off….

The fairer morrow, the horizons

Lighted beyond old borders,

The world’s one savior—beauty

Calling afar off.