NONE NEEDS BE thrust aside to make room for you. When love prepares your seat she prepares it for all. Where the earthly King appears, guards keep out the crowd, but when you come, my King, the whole world comes in your wake.
IS IT BEYOND thee to be glad with the gladness of this rhythm? to be tossed and lost and broken in the whirl of this fearful joy? All things rush on, they stop not, they look not behind, no power can hold them back, they rush on. Keeping steps with that restless, rapid music, seasons come dancing and pass away-colours, tunes, and perfumes pour in endless cascades in the abounding joy that scatters and gives up and dies every moment.