Why do you stand by the window
Abandoned to beauty and pride?
The thorn of the night in your bosom
The spear of the age in your side
Lost in the rages of fragrance
Lost in the rags of remorse
Lost in the waves of a sickness
That loosens the high silver nerves
O chosen love
O frozen love
O tangle of matter and ghost
O darling of angels
Demons and saints
And the whole broken-hearted host
Gentle this soul
And come forth from the cloud of unknowing
And kiss the cheek of the moon
The New Jerusalem glowing
Why tarry all night in the ruin
And leave no word of discomfort
Or leave no observer to mourn
But climb on your tears and be silent
Like a rose on its ladder of thorn
Abandoned to beauty and pride?
The thorn of the night in your bosom
The spear of the age in your side
Lost in the rages of fragrance
Lost in the rags of remorse
Lost in the waves of a sickness
That loosens the high silver nerves
O chosen love
O frozen love
O tangle of matter and ghost
O darling of angels
Demons and saints
And the whole broken-hearted host
Gentle this soul
And come forth from the cloud of unknowing
And kiss the cheek of the moon
The New Jerusalem glowing
Why tarry all night in the ruin
And leave no word of discomfort
Or leave no observer to mourn
But climb on your tears and be silent
Like a rose on its ladder of thorn
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