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My immortal longings begin and end in you--wonderfully, rapturously, intensely burn, without your touching me, in the secret recesses of my heart. Let me--through grace--feel and remain aware the bright living warmth in me won't depart, --nothing of my body will grow cold again if a divine presence moves, enters me. My thoughts must dwell unchangeably on this lovely quickening all-consuming flame for rebirth into the more certain world; But as I can't see or grasp my vision: how welcome would be but one sign from God's mind, the fathomless depths of the heavens. |
An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition |
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Notes: From V VII:393. See also B A2:4:76. Key |
