The World is fair, the sky, the seas,
the earth, and all that is in them. Lovely is N\xfamenor.
But my hearth resteth not here for ever,
for here is ending, and there will be an end and the Fading,
when all is counted, and all numbered at last,
but yet it will not be enough, not enough.
What will the Father, O Father,
give me in that day beyond the end when my Sun faileth?