Silent as despairing love, and strong as jealousy.
When the stars threw down their spears, and watered heaven with their tears, did he smile his work to see? Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Celebrate your existence!
I am in you and you in me, mutual in divine love.
God and His Priest and King,...make up a heaven of our misery.
Every Night and every Morn Some to Misery are born. Every Morn and every Night Some are born to Sweet Delight, Some are born to Endless Night.