CALL OF ORPHEUS
Not with dulcet lyre, but with words,
From this crude, vulgar world of vice,
True words that pierce the heart like swords,
Call us back like Eurydice,
Awaken the soul from slumber,
Open the dreaming eyes shut tight,
Release the chains that encumber,
Lift the spirit to greater height.
Will, with hand outstretched, fade away –
Turn back to darkness, woe, and strife
Or cross the threshold into day,
Back to the vibrant realm of life?