Rosicrucianism

One day that I'll sneak into the grave 

of Philosopher's stone,

where but to make the elixir of life

work miracles in the desert titan;

and not by stars I count my love;

that in timeless treasure abound;

nor by what those invisible immortals,

you burn the candle at Godwin's farm,

and plough the fields by the harvest moon:

this oasis of the world, they say,

would spread her wings forlorn,

of magic, myth and folklore.

Naveed Khalid