Ecstasy

Poem by Théodore Agrippa D'Aubigné Period 16th century

Thus the love of Heaven raptures my soul to these high places
Without death, and the body in this world
Goes sighing down here for a second liberty,
With sighs pursuing the soul even to the Heavens.

You court Heaven, weak and sad eyes,
When your soul is no longer on this round earth:
Fall, weary body, into the deep grave,
Fly to your paradise, victorious spirit.

O weak hope, useless care,
As far from reason as from Heaven to here,
On the wings of faith deliver all the rest.

Celestial love, who have carried off my spirit,
I see myself in the bosom of the Divinity,
One need only die to be all celestial.

Théodore Agrippa d’Aubigné

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