My adviser to the poor or bad natures
When I see it burn dew-n roses
And I believe in fear, who is to come.

Nor do I wash the many loves
Contained in my life too-little,
When you can build with their sacrifice garden
The irises, the lilies, the calomfiri.

The barren and evil did she understand,
I, being from the beginning, sinful,
I gave full view

And the most honest, perhaps, I feared
Moment that if fruit not meat-n bind
No soul in eternity, not forced in. … “