MY BELOVED IS THE MOUNTAINS

My Beloved is the mountains,

And lonely wooded valleys,
Strange islands,
And resounding rivers,
The whistling of love-stirring breezes,

The tranquil night
At the time of the rising dawn,
Silent music,
Sounding solitude,
The supper that refreshes, and deepens love.

                                                 St John of the Cross

                                                                         Sixteenth century