The eternal gates' terrific porter

Lifted the northern bar

Thel entered in and saw the secrets of

The land unknown

She saw the couches of the dead

And where the fibrous roots

Of every heart on Earth infixes deep its restless twists



She wandered in the land of clouds through valley dark,

listening dolours and lamentations



dolours and lamentations



Waiting oft besides a devy grave

She stood in silence

Listening to the voices of the ground

She stood so still



Until to her own grave plot

She came, and there she sat (down)

And heard this voice of sorrow breathed

From the hollow pit



Why cannot the Ear be closed to it's own destruction?

Or the glistening eye (to the) poison (of a) smile?

Why are Eyelids store with arrows ready drawn

Where a thousand fighting men in ambush... lie?



Secrets of the Earth



Why a tongue impressed with honey from every wind?

Why an Ear, a whirlpool fierce to drawn creations in?

And Why a little curtain of flesh

On the bed of our desire...