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