FERVOUR FOR ACTION
The mystic mode has naught except
The inner changes of the heart
The talk of Mullah on his creed
Is merely piece of fiery art.
The Poet's song of zeal. bereft,
Is dead and struck with frost:
To outward eyes he seems awake,
Though in thoughts completely lost.
Alas! my eyes do not behold
The Holy Knight whose fervour high
May cause his blood to seethe and boil
In veins that lend such might to thigh.