Frank Herbert - The Ghola's Hymn

"No bitter stench of funeral-still for Muad'dib
No knell nor solemn rite to free the mind
From avaricious shadows.
He is the fool saint,
The golden stranger living forever
On the edge of reason.
Let your guard fall and he is there!
His crimson peace and sovereign pailor
Strike into our universe on prophetic webs
To the verge of a quiet glance - there!
Out of bristling star-jungles;
Mysterious, lethal, an oracle without eyes,
Catspaw of prophecy, whose voice never dies!
Shai-hulud, he awaits thee upon a strand
Where couples walk and fix, eye to eye,
The delicious ennui of love.
He strides through the long cavern of time,
Scattering the fool-self of his dream."

The Ghola's Hymn

In Frank Herbert, Dune Messiah, Epilogue, p.222.