But If, As Morning Rises,

That Which Had Pleased Me Once, Troubled By Spirit.

And We Came Forth To Contemplate The Stars.

That With Him Were, What Time The Love Divine

And When He Had Put His Hand On Mine With A Cheerful Look, Wherefrom I Took Courage, He Brought Me Within To The Secret Things. Here Sighs, Laments, And Deep Wailings Were Resounding Through The Starless Air; Wherefore At First I Wept Thereat. Strange Tongues, Horrible Utterances, Words Of Woe, Accents Of Anger, Voices High And Faint, And Sounds Of Hands With Them, Were Making A Tumult Which Whirls Always In That Air Forever Dark, Like The Sand When The Whirlwind Breathes.

The Day That Man Allows True Love To Appear, Those Things Which Are Well Made Will Fall Into Cofusion And Will Overturn Everything We Believe To Be Right And True.