Of those who lose their way
and are deprived of love
the luckiest are they
who at the midnight find
no stars in the world above
but darkness to make them blind
and heal the wound in the mind;
and happiest are they
who at the break of day
can make a fire of hate
to cauterize the heart
and with that savage heat
destroy the soul's deep hurt.

But may God save
the calm and brave,
by their own wish face up beheaded
or staring while their hearts are leaded.