I must relate some knowledge inspired by the poem you inscribed. For some terrible yet unknown reason, I have begun the study of modern poets. I suppose no American can picture such a thing, but poetry is well alive in England. The work you mention is attributed to William Butler Yeats. A minor Irish poet who's work often borders esoterica. Often graven with odd letter and grotesque designs some works make mentions of an order of the eastern temple. I suspect masonry!
Your Affectionate reader
Gurdjieff K. Rast
p.s. I love this writing game.
My Fellow Gentlemen
This is indeed illuminating. Masonry? The Order Tempi Orientalis? These names mean little to be but seem sinister. I shall invested myself in these subjects, I pray others will take up my cause as well. I fear this goes well beyond the confines of my southern parkway.
I am most grateful to you Mr. Rast for your response. We are now with a direction when before there was none. I will thank you now for your further assistance.
Grave times indeed,