10/09/17 - (Mercury) Liber VII, Cap. V, v. 1-6
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Liber VII, Cap. V, v. 1-6
- O my beautiful God! I swim in Thy heart like a trout in the mountain torrent.
- I leap from pool to pool in my joy; I am goodly with brown and gold and silver.
- Why, I am lovelier than the russet autumn woods at the first snowfall.
- And the crystal cave of my thought is lovelier than I.
- Only one fish-hook can draw me out; it is a woman kneeling by the bank of the stream. It is she that pours the bright dew over herself, and into the sand so that the river gushes forth.
- There is a bird on yonder myrtle; only the song of that bird can draw me out of the pool of Thy heart, O my God!