To my home within the West,

But I've lingered overlong

In the East's strange arcana

And no more is there desire within my breast.

I left it when a boy,

That far home and, alas,

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'Twas so fair that my dreaming

Earth had fairer was a madness.

I left it for the joy

Of wandering the world,

And heathen-hearted lands have I beheld!

But when at last cloy

Of delight brought sadness

Like lotus to my veins,

And forgetfulness seemed fate,

I had fared unto this shrine

And the moon as now was beaming,

And here have I awaited—and await.

But not for any gift

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