The calling

As far as I could,
Recollect,
They always told me,
"Introspect",
But as the store of,
Life grew full,
I found myself,
A raging bull.
Then grew my thoughts,
Towards the East,
Towards that solemn,
Wondrous League,
I heard of all those,
Who had departed,
And those who had not,
Still yet started,
I heard of Ashmeth,
Wondrous beast,
The bane of all those,
Who travel East,
And I rose each morning,
To greet the Sun,
And knew each day,
It had begun,
His voice did start,
To ring within,
"Behold I rise,
Watch. Be still.
Come to me,
And my league,
End your weary,
Soul's fatigue,
I rise each morning,
And so must you,
And by the day,
Travel East".