Why do you stand by the window Abandoned to beauty and pride The thorn of the night in your bosern The spear of the age in you side Lost in the rages of fragrance Lost in the rags of remorse Lost in the waves of a sickness That loosens the high silver nerves O chosen love O frozen love O tangle of matter and ghost O darling of angels demons and saints And the whole broken-hearted host Gentle this soul And come forth from your cloud of unknowing kiss the cheek of the moon The new Jerusalem glowing  Why tarry all night in this ruin And leave no word of discomfort Or leave no observer to mourn But climb on your tears and be silent Like the rose on its ladder of thorn O chosen love O frozen love O tangle of matter and ghost O darling of angels demons and saints And the whole broken-hearted host Gentle this soul Then lay your rose on the fire The fire give up to the sun The sun give over to splendor In the arms of the High Holy One For The Holy One dreams of a letter And he Dreams of a letter's  death Oh bless the continuous stutter Of the word being made into flesh O chosen love O frozen love O tangle of matter and ghost O darling of angels demons and saints And the whole broken-hearted host Gentle this soul