Into the eternal darkness, into fire and into ice.
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.
Lost are we, and are only so far punished, That without hope we live on in desire.
That with him were, what time the Love Divine
Be as a tower firmly set; Shakes not its top for any blast that blows.
It was the hour of morning, when the sun mounts with those stars that shone with it when God's own love first set in motion those fair things