XXIVThe night is dark and your slumber is deep in the hush of my being.Wake, O Pain of Love, for I know not how to open the door, and I stand outside.The hours wait, the stars watch, the wind is still, the silence is heavy in my heart.Wake, Love, wake! brim my empty cup, and with a breath of song ruffle the night.
The night is dark and your slumber is deep in the hush of my being.
Wake, O Pain of Love, for I know not how to open the door, and I stand outside.
The hours wait, the stars watch, the wind is still, the silence is heavy in my heart.
Wake, Love, wake! brim my empty cup, and with a breath of song ruffle the night.