“My God, what is a heart?

That you should it eye and woo

Powering upon it with all your heart

Leaving nothing to chance with it

Launching your chariots and your riders

All your ships have left the bay

And you have marched out all your infantry

Leaving your cities defenseless

All for its sake

As if you have nothing else to do.”


“O living flame of love…

How gently and how lovingly

You awake in my bosom

Where alone you secretly dwell

And in your sweet breathing

Full of grace and glory

How tenderly you fill me with love.”


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