My love it should be silent, being deep—
And being very peaceful should be still—
Still as the utmost depths of ocean keep—
Serenely silent as some mighty hill.

Yet is my love so great it needs must fill
With very joy the inmost heart of me,
The joy of dancing branches on the hill,
The joy of leaping waves upon the sea.

O Thou, my soul, my very heart,
My sweet desire and pain thou art,
Thou, still the world wherein I live,
The heaven that wings to me can give,
The grave wherein I buried deep
My sorrow in eternal sleep!
Thou art my rest, the peace that's given
Straight to my inmost heart from heaven;
Some worth I have, since loved by thee,
Thy gaze makes fair myself to me.
Uplifted, blessed, in thee I find
My better self, my truer mind!