The Dark Night Of The Soul

Upon a darkened night the flame of love was burning in my breast And by a lantern bright I fled my house while all in quiet rest Shrouded by the night and by the secret stair I quickly fled The veil concealed my eyes while all within lay quiet as the dead Oh night, thou was my guide Oh night, more loving than the rising sun Oh night, that joined the lover to the beloved one Transforming each of them into the other Upon that misty night in secrecy, beyond such mortal sight Without a guide or light than that which burned so deeply in my heart That fire t'was led me on and shone more bright than of the midday sun To where he waited still it was a place where no one else could come Oh night, though was my guide Oh night, more loving than the rising sun Oh night, that joined the lover to the beloved one Transforming each of them into the other I lost myself to him And laid my face upon my lovers breast And care and grief grew dim As the mornings' mist became the light There they dimmed amongst the lilies fair There they dimmed amongst the lilies fair There they dimmed amongst the lilies fair