Hymn VIII: Of Wolf And The Night

Hafvde Kiærlighed lænkelagt
Dend utæmmede Mackt?

Han glemmer det han legger død
Ingen Minder stiiger fra Graven brat
Ingen Anger gliider giennem Siælens Nat.

Med Ydmyghedens Taarer smigrede hun
Dend Guddom som hun hadete medens hun frycktede.

Hendes Væsen, lig et Lam
Gik ham ey forbi
For hun hafde rørt ved ham
Øfved sin Magi.

Uagtet disse Siæle tvende
Een hafvde at ende.

Nye Smerte klinger frem aff gammel Klage
Tragoedie aff uaffbrudne Dage.

Ukuelig, dend Tørst
Hinsidigt, det Begiær.

Nu drev han yr &map gal
I sorthiærtet Kval.

Vintrens kulde
Snart tilfulde
- oc hans Længsel
Mod een Vinternat
Ulven vandrer eene.

Had Love fetter'd this force of free?

What he leaves dead, he forgets
No memories arise from the grave
No anger glides through the night of Soules.

With humble tears she flatter'd
The Divinitie shes hated and fear'd.

Her lamb-like nature
Left him not untouch'd
By Magick she was bound
To the Beast within him.

These Soules twain
Enforced one's end.

Payne anew from woe of olde
A Tragedie of endless dayes.

Insatiable, the thirst
Inconceivable, the lust.

Wild & mad he hunts
In anguish black at heart.

The winter's colde
Soone fulfill'd
- And his yearning
Towards a winter's night.

Wandering alone
The Wolf.