WHAT do you hear so fair and sweet?
I hear the voice of ecstasy:
O lovely! to hear in all created things,
The voice of my beloved supreme,
In all men's hearts echoing,
What do you make with strands of love? '
I make a rope...
...to put a noose for climbing...
...to the balcony of my beloved:
O' be swift, I too am waiting for you all day and night,
What do you see with your innermost eye?
I see the gales of light pouring in:
Keep it open, boundless shall you see my ocean of light.
Mykoul
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