The same are Fire and Flood: Be pure, my Son, indeed!
O Mevlana, at Morning I woke, and found with thee,
My Eyes from Tears all brighten'd, and Heaven now won, indeed!
Confession
XII.
O Love, to thee I own, I wept in Night's dark Thought;
But now thy radiant Sun to me hath bright Day brought.
O Soul of my own Soul, my I as I am Thou:
Thou art the All, and I in thee have all I sought.
Thou art Life's Sweetness self, Intoxication full,—