Are you not weary of ardent ways

Are you not weary of ardent ways,Lure of the fallen seraphim?Tell no more of enchanted days.

Your eyes have set man's heart ablazeAnd you have had your will of him.Are you not weary of ardent ways?

Above the flame the smoke of praiseGoes up from ocean rim to rim.Tell no more of enchanted days.

Our broken cries and mournful laysRise in one eucharistic hymn.Are you not weary of ardent ways?

While sacrificing hands upraiseThe chalice flowing to the brim.Tell no more of enchanted days.

And still you hold our longing gazeWith languorous look and lavish limb!Are you not weary of ardent ways?Tell no more of enchanted days.