Consider The Sea's Listless Chime: Time's Self

I Was So Full Of Sleep At The Time That I Left The True Way.

Without Hope We Live In Desire.

The Glory Of Him Who Moves Everything Penetrates Through The Universe, And Is Resplendent In One Part More And In Another Less.

I Found Myself Within A Forest Dark, For The Straightfoward Pathway Had Been Lost. Ah Me! How Hard A Thing Is To Say, What Was This Forest Savage, Rough, And Stern, Which In The Very Thought Renews The Fear. So Bitter Is It, Death Is Little More.

L'amor Che Move Il Sole E L'altre Stelle (the Love That Moves The Sun And The Other Stars)