The Window

Why do you stand by the window Abandoned to beauty and pride? The thorn of the night in your bosom The spear of the age in your side Lost in the rages of fragrance Lost in the rags of remorse Lost in the waves of the sickness That loosens the high silver nerves Oh chosen love, oh frozen love Oh tangle of matter and ghost Oh darling of angels, demons and saints And the whole broken-hearted host, gentle this soul And come forth from your cloud of unknowing And kiss the cheek of the moon The new Jerusalem glowing Why tarry all night in this ruin? And leave no word of discomfort And leave no observer to mourn But climb on your tears and be silent Like the rose on its ladder of thorns Oh chosen love, oh frozen love Oh tangle of matter and ghost Oh 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 Dreams of a letter's death Oh bless thee continuous stutter Of the word being made into flesh Oh chosen love, oh frozen love Oh tangle of matter and ghost Oh darling of angels, demons and saints And the whole broken-hearted host, gentle this soul, gentle this soul Oh chosen love, oh frozen love Oh tangle of matter and ghost Oh darling of angels, demons and saints And the whole broken-hearted host