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;