Poetry: Vol. 3. ) Love Never Entered Deeper . . .

The last built of all beginnings was the twelfth

Which was amethyst of shining royal purple

And in there, in that final foundation was faith 

All utter and terrible, as an army with banners

And things not lawful to mention on the earth

Were there, full unknown to the minds of men

But hid in God, in him who is all light and love

Where nothing that wasn't given from the first

Can be found, where all is of and in him and 

Nothing that wasn't pure was ever there, at all

And there all hid she speaks of a ray a true one

For no shaft of piercing love ever entered her 

Deeper: no shaft of piercing light ever brighter

And never of the like ever heard in God, at all

No other love ever entered her deeper