Love’s Invocation

Oh, joyous love, come unto me;
come fill my heart with pipes and timbrels;
the soaring notes of ecstasy;
the clash and crash of passions cymbals.

Come fill me with fathoms of gold.
The brightest gold of all, hath love;
a light of heaven, I am told
to rival all in skies above.

For loneliness is dark and deep
but love’s kisses are shining stairs;
love gives the heart power to leap
over high waterfalls of tears.

Oh come, sweet love and spread your wings;
lift me to heaven’s steepest realms,
where I may hear love’s angels sing
and, by pure bliss, be overwhelmed.