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VENI CREATOR SPIRITUS
My strength is smouldering ashes. The molten stream
Of love consumes me; all day and night I waste
Burning from fever-dream to fever-dream,
My parched mouth full of the dead-sea taste.
O air, O breath, give what the gods refuse!
O depths beyond all depths, have pity on me!
O space beyond all spaces, set me free.
Blow from your calm and cool eternity.
Veni Creator Spiritus!
