Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity.

Society became my glittering bride, And airy hopes my children.

The holy time is quiet as a nun Breathless with adoration.

She gave me eyes, she gave me ears; And humble cares, and delicate fears; A heart, the fountain of sweet tears; And love and thought and joy.

By happy chance we saw A twofold image: on a grassy bank A snow-white ram, and in the crystal flood Another and the same!

...one interior life in which all beings live with God, themselves are God, existing in the mighty whole, indistinguishable as the cloudless east is from the cloudless west, when all the hemisphere is one cerulean blue.

Wisdom married to immortal verse.