Chapter 5 No.5

Thou knowest that I know that thou dost know

How, to enjoy thee, I did come more near.

Thou knowest, I know thou knowest-I am here.

Would we had given our greetings long ago.

If true the hope thou hast to me revealed,

If true the plighting of a sacred troth,

Let the wall fall that stands between us both,

For griefs are doubled when they are concealed.

If, loved one,-if I only loved in thee

What thou thyself dost love,-'tis to this end

The spirit with his belovéd is allied.

The things thy face inspires and teaches me

Mortality doth little comprehend.

Before we understand we must have died.