the light song

Night: now do all gushing fountains speak louder.

And my soul also is a gushing fountain.
'Tis night: now only wake up all the songs of lovers.
And my soul is the song of a lover.

A unappeased, unappeasable is in me; wishing aloud
be. A craving for love is within me, which speaks itself
the language of love.

Light am I: I would also night! But this is
my loneliness that I am girt with light.
Oh that I were dark and nightly! How I would suck at the breasts of light