Our wits in love’s affairs stand sore perplexed;
Love only can elucidate love’s text.
The sun alone can well explain the sun.
Wilt see’t expounded? Turn to him alone.85
A shade, ’tis true, of him gives some small hint;
The shining sun surpasses all comment.
A shade, like evening chitchat, sends to sleep,
From sun’s effulgence does full knowledge leap.
That day-orb, still, each eve sets, here below;
The soul-sun, God, shines in eternal glow.