I am made of God, through his Grace. Such that your misery touches me not, Nor does flame of that burning assail me.
Not one drop of blood is left inside my veins that does not throb: I recognize signs of the ancient flame.
Consider that this day ne'er dawns again.
Heat cannot be separated from fire, or beauty from The Eternal.
At this high moment, ability failed my capacity to describe.
That with him were, what time the Love Divine