Walk To The Well. Turn

I Want A Trouble-maker For A Lover, Blood Spiller, Blood Drinker, A Heart Of Flame, Who Quarrels With The Sky And Fights With Fate, Who Burns Like Fire On The Rushing Sea.

I'm In Love! Your Advice, What Are They? Love Has Poisoned Me! Your Remedies, What Are They? I Hear Them Shout: "fast, Bind Him Feet!" But If My Heart That Has Gone Mad! Those Strings On My Feet What Is The Point?

Iron Was Black And Sheenless, But Cleansing And Polishing Washed Away Its Blackness.

Last Night I Learned How To Be A Lover Of God. To Live In This World And Call Nothing My Own.

Be Melting Snow. Wash Yourself Of Yourself.