NO GUEST HAD come to my house for long, my doors were locked, my
windows barred; I thought my night would be lonely.
When I opened my eyes I found the darkness had vanished.
I rose up and ran and saw the bolts of my gates all broken, and through the open door your wind and light waved their banner.
When I was a prisoner in my own house, and the doors were shut, my heart ever planned to escape and to wander.
Now at my broken gate, I sit still and wait for your coming,
You keep me bound by my freedom.

GOD'S WORLD is ever renewed by death,
a Titan's ever crushed by its own existence.

'IN THE MOON thou sendest thy love letter to me,' said the night to the sun.
'I leave my answers in tears upon the grass.'