Vesperian Sorrow

I am all that which blesses
Out of me the spirits elate
My touch is all that caresses
Mine are the limbs that create
My soul is in thee to save thee
My hearts pulse can offer you death
I give to thee none that I give me
I am your life's blood and breath
I am that which loves and unloves, I am stricken thou art I
Behold what force of my nature and
shown on my breast to the skies
Forever I am with you, am in you, look forth now and see
Not as servant to lord, thou shall give thee worship to me
O my sons none too dutiful
Abhor gods not of me
Am I shone so beautiful
My beauty will fashion of thee
Beside, under, or above me
Nought is none to go