O THOU mysterious One, lying asleep
Within the lonely chamber of my soul!
Thou art my life’s true goal,
Thine is the only altar that I keep.
Rapt in the contemplation of thy repose,
I see in thy still face that Mystic Rose
Whose perfume is my soul’s imaginings,
And Beauty at whose awesomeness I weep
With over-plenitude of ecstasy.