Flames Creator-like once poured 
Streaming to me from your breast, 
Clashing up on high they soared, 
And I nursed them in my breast. 
Shone your form like Aeolus-strains above, 
Shielded soft the fire with wings of Love. 


I saw glow and I heard sound, 
Heavens onward sweeping far, 
Rising up and sinking down, 
Sinking but to soar the higher. 
Then, when inner strife at last was quelled, 
Grief and Joy made music I beheld. 


Nestling close to forms so soft 
Stands the Soul, by spells enchained, 
From me images sailed aloft. 
By your very Love inflamed. 
Limbs of Love, by Spirit once released, 
Shine again within their Maker’s breast.