A candle is lit in the hushed cloister

A candle is lit in the hushed cloister,
primal, sacred, beautiful, God's true Son,
whose ordeal is our model: she who
gazes here lets go desire, for she

has reached hope's true end. No entanglement
pressures, no grief clutches at one beyond
the snares of our lies and anxieties:
Oh! my husband who seems to me mingled

in this lovely light, a spirit the world
still honors and is in awe of, what rank
or radiant circle in paradise

was yours? how have you come to me dissolved
into this light? A just hand rewards, an
upright Son guides, yes, now you are a princ

An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition
From V XXVIII:28. See also B A1:39:22, R XXVI: 83-87. Ref: 1 Cor 13; 2 Cor 5. Compare "Quanto toglie un desir rende un pensiero," A desire death has taken from me--/to see him again--. Key

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