(Fifteenth Century) MY heart is turned into a wailing child,     In vain with sweets I seek to still its cries ;Sweet love, it calls for thee in sobbings wild     All day and night, with longing and with ...

O NIGHT, be long—long as an endless year !Descend, thick darkness, black and full of fear !     To-night my heart’s desire has been fulfilled—     My love is here at last—a guest concealed ! Dawn, stand behind seven mountains—out of ...