I have, as yet, no face for other eyes.

In the night, I feel he is nearby.
I sense affection, warmth and care complete
Wholly spirit, body he’s denied

I sense him as a flock of geese fly by
Or land, a god, in one enormous sweep
In the night, I feel he is nearby.

I have, as yet, no face for other eyes.
I wish to freely grieve and freely weep
Wholly spirit, body he’s denied.

A man glanced at me, at my golden  hair
I washed it in the perfume of his deeps.
In the night, I feel he is nearby.

I did not wait for my desires have  fled
Except they visit hopeless in my sleep
Wholly spirit, body he’s denied.

O wait, my dear one, I cannot release
Your soul until my torment  has been eased
In the night, I feel I’m crucified
Wholly spirit, body quite denied