I came

Unbidden I came into thy presence
Along the misty mount, cloud worshipped
Only to be drawn back to the other worlds
Far removed.
Oh! Mortal man that thou would’st see
The world that is
So bountiful in its grace like widen’d arms…

Like rays of long forgotten sunlight
Casting deep hued tendrils along the distant horizon
Warm yellows, a sliver of red ting’d clouds
around fairest orange…

And I saw that uncaring man how pristine world he despoiled…

For the sun slow spreading its arms, biding good rest on the
Long coast road,
unasking, all giving.
The beauties of nature in the distant ocean reflected
Drawing last breathes
And poor man, uncaring…
this most magical sight.

And I sought vain to go back,
Unassuming, yet expectant,
Hope, a small candle lighted in recesses of my soul…
And yet I saw the featureless grey dawn
Rising out of this mist’cased world…
Nature mourning that man didst see and yet nae look’d back…!