Why do you stand by the window
Abandoned to beauty and pride
The thorn of the night in your bosom
And the spear of the age in your side
Lost in the rages of fragrance
You were lost in the rags of remorse
Lost in the waves of a sickness
That loosens the high silver nerves
Oh, tangled of matter and ghost
And the whole broken -hearted host,
Come forth from the cloud of unknown
And kiss the cheek of the moon
Why tarry all night in the room
And leave no word of discomfort
And leave no observer to mourn
But climb on your tears and be si lent
Like a rose on its letter of thorns
O tangled of melon and ghost
O darling of angels, demons and saints,
and the whole brokenhearted host
Then lay your rose on the fire
The fire give up to the sun
The sun give over to splendor
in the arms of the High Holy One
For the Holy One dreams of a letter,
He dreams of a letter's debt
Oh, bless the continuous stutter
Of the word being made into flesh
Oh, tangled of metal and ghost
Oh, darling of angels, demons and saints,
And the whole broken -hearted host,
Oh, you gentle my soul. you
