Classic Poem

Oh, my being, opening into the dazzle of sunrise!
Where are you blowing me, trumpets?
What blast of music am I, striding the wind?

I took the hand of my belovèd, and I was satisfied.
I kissed his lips, and the stone of my heart became a song.
I kissed his lips, and was born again.

Love, now I know thee!
I have looked into thine eyes, Splendor:
I have kissed thy lips, golden boy …

Bear me to the ends of the earth,
Drown me in oceans,
Crush me beneath granite mountains:
I give all, I render myself up,
O thou, that art the breath of life: the whisper on the deeps.