Such terrible hallucinations came to haunt
The holy anchorite, in his hot desert cell,
He thought that he was going mad from loneliness.
Voluptuous houris danced before his eyes, both day
And night, lasciviously luring him to taste
The promised pleasures of their scented, supple flesh.
Bizarre beasts rampaged near and far, burdened with rich
Rare stuffs and jewelled ornaments, offering him
Treasures beyond all calculation, luxuries
Exceeding those enjoyed by mighty Emperors.
Ascetic Anthony prayed desperately that these
Temptations should dissolve before his faith should fail.
The love of God was all that he desired to own. It was
Enough for him to contemplate his Lord upon the Cross.