O now? O now! Two score and four of wondering and now you unfold this joy that has no name. This joy that smiles quietly, like the virgin herself, just to be.

I cry of course with those who suffer, even myself, but the tears do not fall deeply inside. they fall like gentle rains of spring on black soil.

I fight, yes, alongside the fighters and exult in the joy of battle. But even so, it is distant from me. And once my sword is cleaned and sheathed, i sit, content, unmoved.

So this is what you promised.

It is well.

Oh rest divine, rest indwelling.
My heart consuming, diving, flying!
To thee! To thee, o Greater One.

All lesser ones well met, Thy secret safe with me.
And Thou also I would have.

Bursting, living, beating, flutter.

Inside myself a temple rounded
perform I solemnities grave and silly.

And to the aethers now i would alight
But today's beginnings suffice.