Broken Love

My Spectre around me night and day     Like a wild beast guards my way;     My Emanation far within     Weeps incessantly for my sin.     A fathomless and boundless deep,     There we wander, there we weep;     On the hungry craving wind     My Spectre follows thee behind.     He scents thy footsteps in the snow     Wheresoever thou dost go,     Thro the wintry hail and rain.     When wilt thou return again?     Dost thou not in pride and scorn     Fill with tempests all my morn,     And with jealousies and fears     Fill my pleasant nights with tears?     Seven of my sweet loves thy knife     Has bereavd of their life.     Their marble tombs I built with tears,     And with cold and shuddering fears.     Seven more loves weep night and day     Round the tombs where my loves lay,     And seven more loves attend each night     Around my couch with torches bright.     And seven more loves in my bed     Crown with wine my mournful head,     Pitying and forgiving all     Thy transgressions great and small.     When wilt thou return and view     My loves, and them to life renew?     When wilt thou return and live?     When wilt thou pity as I forgive?     Oer my sins thou sit and moan:     Hast thou no sins of thy own?     Oer my sins thou sit and weep,     And lull thy own sins fast asleep.     What transgressions I commit     Are for thy transgressions fit.     They thy harlots, thou their slave;     And my bed becomes their grave.     Never, never, I return:     Still for victory I burn.     Living, thee alone Ill have;     And when dead Ill be thy grave.     Thro the Heaven and Earth and Hell     Thou shalt never, quell:     I will fly and thou pursue:     Night and morn the flight renew.     Poor, pale, pitiable form     That I follow in a storm;     Iron tears and groans of lead     Bind around my aching head.     Till I turn from Female love     And root up the Infernal Grove,     I shall never worthy be     To step into Eternity.     And, to end thy cruel mocks,     Annihilate thee on the rocks,     And another form create     To be subservient to my fate.     Let us agree to give up love,     And root up the Infernal Grove;     Then shall we return and see     The worlds of happy Eternity.     And throughout all Eternity     I forgive you, you forgive me.     As our dear Redeemer said:     This the Wine, and this the Bread.