Within my heart concealed
There is a secret cell;
At nightfall and at daybreak
My lady there does dwell.
The mistress of the house is she,
I feel her love and care about.
If she denies herself to me,
Methinks the mistress has gone out.
In another poem he prays to Mary to allow him to tear off a small piece of her robe, so that he may keep himself warm with it in the winter.
Like Cino da Pistoia, who commended his dying soul not to God but to his loved one, Brother Hans commends himself to Mary: