The Soul Has Been Given Its Own

And If You Are A Rose, I Am Rose-shadow.

Let The Beloved Be A Hat Pulled Down Firmly On My Head.

Come, Even If You Have Broken Your Vow One Thousand Times, Come, Yet Again, Come, Come.

We Began As Mineral. We Emerged Into Plant Life, And Into The Animal State, And Then Into Being Human, And Always We Have Forgotten Our Former States, Except In Early Spring When We Slightly Recall Being Green Again.

You Are Quaffing Drink From A Hundred Fountains: Whenever Any Of These Hundred Yields Less, Your Pleasure Is Diminished. But When The Sublime Fountain Gushes From Within You, No Longer Need You Steal From The Other Fountains.