Chapter 32

           Infashionthenasofasnow-whiterose

           Displayeditselftomethesaintlyhost,

           WhomChristinhisownbloodhadmadehisbride,

           Buttheotherhost,thatflyingseesandsings

           ThegloryofHimwhodothenamourit,

           Andthegoodnessthatcreateditsonoble,

           Evenasaswarmofbees,thatsinksinflowers

           Onemoment,andthenextreturnsagain

           Towhereitslabouristosweetnessturned,

           Sankintothegreatflower,thatisadorned

           Withleavessomany,andthencereascended

           Towhereitsloveabidethevermore.

           Theirfaceshadtheyalloflivingflame,

           Andwingsofgold,andalltherestsowhite

           Nosnowuntothatlimitdothattain.

           Frombenchtobench,intotheflowerdescending,

           Theycarriedsomethingofthepeaceandardour

           Whichbythefanningoftheirflankstheywon.