Seek no more a hidden place,
No more a veil to hide your face,
No hermitage in which to hide,
No secret place wherein to bide;
There is no sanctuary more.

Run no more in panic flight,
Nor shun the world in foolish fright.
Hope no more that you may find
Sweet escape within the mind.
Truth is pounding on the door.

Close your eyes? then blinding light
Turns to day the darkest night.
In vain to cover up your ears,
Inner whispers feed your fears.
Harsh reality is here.

Seek no more relief in sleep,
Dreams will make the dreamer weep.
With feet of lead there’s no escape
From fast pursuing nightmare’s shape.
Turn and fight! Your foe is Fear.

Turn and fight! Your foe is Fear,
Truth is pounding on the door.
Harsh reality is here.
There is no sanctuary more.

H. St.Vincent Beechey
September 1955