A Lover Speaks to the Hearers of His Songs in Coming Days + 

O women, kneeling by your altar rails long hence, + 

When songs I wove for my beloved hide the prayer, + 

And smoke from this dead heart drifts through the violet air + 

And covers away the smoke of myrrh and frankincense; + 

Bend down and pray for all that sin I wove in song, + 

Till the Attorney for Lost Souls cry her sweet cry, + 

And call to my beloved and me: “No longer fly + 

Amid the hovering, piteous, penitential throng.” + 