O human race, born to fly upward, wherefore at a little wind dost thou so fall?

No man may be so cursed by priest or pope but what the Eternal Love may still return while any thread of green lives on in hope.

Be like a solid tower whose brave height remains unmoved by all the winds that blow; the man who lets his thoughts be turned aside by one thing or another, will lose sight of his true goal, his mind sapped of its strength.

Through me you go into a city of weeping; through me you go into eternal pain; through me you go amongst the lost people

Now you know how much my love for you burns deep in me when I forget about our emptiness, and deal with shadows as with solid things.

As one who sees in dreams and wakes to find the emotional impression of his vision still powerful while its parts fade from his mind - Just such am I, having lost nearly all the vision itself, while in my heart I feel the sweetness of it yet distill and fall.

But already my desire and my will were being turned like a wheel, all at one speed, by the Love which moves the sun and the other stars