Quick now, here, now, always—
A condition of complete simplicity 
(Costing not less than everything) 
And all shall be well and 
All manner of thing shall be well 
When the tongues of flame are in-folded
Into the crowned knot of fire 
And the fire and the rose are one.

Until the flesh of vowel and consonant
Become one luscious word
Rising from the ground of being
A clear stream flowing to the sea
Flooding every low place
Exuberant cascading exalting
Meaning revealed and sung aloud
Alluvion of being reconciled with its source.

Le seul vrai mot, c'est : reviens, je veux être avec toi, je t'aime.