The Saint's Withdrawal

Come,leave your place at once!
Hark—angels breathe!
Come—leave your place—set sails erect.

A dark mist drapes him round,as roses
Plucked at heaven's gate rain down.

Drink deep—to death's content—

Unearthly potion of this brine.
And chant at earth's outpost
In breathless tones...
'Lord let your servant now depart’.