The Sage by Edwin Arlington Robinson
Foreguarded and unfevered and serene,
Back to the perilous gates of Truth he wentâ€”
Back to fierce wisdom and the Orient,
To the Dawn that is, that shall be, and has been:
Previsioned of the madness and the mean,
He stood where Asia, crowned with ravishment,
The curtain of Loveâ€™s inner shrine had rent,
And after had gone scarred by the Unseen.
There at his touch there was a treasure chest,
And in it was a gleam, but not of gold;
And on it, like a flame, these words were scrolled:
â€œI keep the mintage of Eternity.
Who comes to take one coin may take the rest,
And all may comeâ€”but not without the key.â€