To consecrate the world for Love a bridal tent.

VII.

I asked the Westwind why it breathed so soft and warm:

All roses to unfold for Love the Westwind meant.

VIII.

I sought for some escape from the labyrinth of Love;

And found my bliss was there to be for ever pent.

IX.

O soul, that until now hast sullenly refused

Thy portion in Love’s joy, O sullen heart, relent;