Why do you stand by the window
Abandoned to beauty and pride
The thorn of the night in your bosom

The spear of the age in your side
Lost in the rages of fragrance
Lost in the rags of remorse

Lost in the waves of a sickness
That loosens the high silver nerves
Oh chosen love, Oh frozen love

Oh tangle of matter and ghost
Oh darling of angels, demons and saints
And the whole broken-hearted host

Gentle this soul

And come forth from the cloud of unknowing

And kiss the cheek of the moon
The New Jerusalem glowing
Why tarry all night in the ruin

And leave no word of discomfort
And leave no observer to mourn
But climb on your tears and be silent

Like a rose on its ladder of thorns

Oh chosen love, Oh frozen love...


Then lay your rose on the fire
The fire give up to the sun

The sun give over to splendour
In the arms of the high holy one
For the holy one dreams of a letter

Dreams of a letter's death
Oh bless thee continuous stutter
Of the word being made into flesh


Oh chosen love, Oh frozen love...


Gentle this soul