Stranger, think long before you enter,

For these corridors amuse not passing travellers.

But if you enter, keep your voice to yourself.

Nor should you tinkle and toll your tongue.

These columns rose not, for the such as you.

But for those urgent pilgrim feet that wander

On lonely ways, seeking the roots of rootless trees.

 

The earth has many flowery roads; choose one

That pleases your whim, and gods be with you.

But now leave! - leave me to my dark green solitude

Which like the deep dream world of the sea

Has its moving shapes; corals; ancient coins;

Carved urns and ruins of ancient ships and gods;

And mermaids, with flowing golden hair

That charm a patch of silent darkness

Into singing sunlight.

 

                                                                                                        Inscription on an ancient temple