Two lovers in an inner room withdrawn, br and speaking much of love, as one to one; br and yet their speech so ardent in its truth, br not sound but rather silence seems to reign. br br These silent lovers are the soul and God; br their silence, prayer, which brought them, joins them, here; br they talk of all that lovers ever speak, br and plight their troth as lovers ever swear: br br 'Yet nought I have to give you, but myself; br and that I give, and beg of you to take; br and nought I ask of you, but that yourself br you give to me in truth for my soul's sake...' br br No lovers' pledge more common, nor more true; br no love more constant; nor more holy vow.