You're something between a dream and a miracle.
I should not dare to call my soul my own.
Love that endures, from life that disappears!
A woman's pity sometimes makes her mad.
Earth's crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God: But only he who sees takes off his shoes.
World's use is cold, world's love is vain, world's cruelty is bitter bane; but is not the fruit of pain.