"Love turns life to woe till hope is nought and vain."
Love, who changest all, change me nevermore!
"Love, who changest all, change my sorrow sore!"
Love burns up the world to changeless heaven and blest,
"Love burns up the world to a void of all unrest."
And there we twain are left, and no more work we need:
"And I am left alone, and who my work shall heed?"
Ah! I praise thee, Love, for utter joyance won!
"And is my praise nought worth for all my life undone?"