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u80ici1.11h53.  Thou art He, O God!  O my darling! my child! my plaything!  Thou art like a cluster of maidens, like a multitude of swans upon the lake.

54.  I feel the essence of softness.

55.  I am hard and strong and male; but come Thou!  I shall be soft and weak and feminine.

56.  Thou shalt crush me in the wine-press of Thy love.  My blood shall stain Thy fiery feet with litanies of Love in Anguish.

57.  There shall be a new flower in the fields, a new vintage in the vineyards.

58.  The bees shall gather a new honey; the poets shall sing a new song.

59.  I shall gain the Pain of the Goat for my prize; and the God that sitteth upon the shoulders of Time shall drowse.

60.  Then shall all this which is written be accomplished: yea, it shall be accomplished.