When the mind's very being is gone,
Sunk in a conscious sleep,
In a rapture divine and deep,
...
Thou, Jubilus, the heart dost move;
And makest us sing for very love.
The Jubilus in fire awakes,
...
0 minstrel, raise thy plaintive melody,
and let thy song be tender to my soul:
upon the subtle ninefold modes of love
...
Love, that art Charity,
Why has Thou hurt me so?
My heart is smote in two,
And burns with ardent love,
...