My desires are many and my cry is pitiful, but ever didst thou save me by heart…
I came out alone on my way to my tryst. But who is this that follows me…
Art thou abroad on this stormy night on the journey of love, my friend ? The sky…
Here is thy foot stool and there restthy feet where live the poorest,and lowliest, and lost. When…
He whom I enclose with my name is weepingin this dungeon. I am ever busy buildingthis wall…
I am only waiting for love to give myself at last into his hands. That is whyit…