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XXIV. Why?

What hast thou done to me
That I should love thee?
That moon and sun to me
Grow pale above thee?
Thou hast made glorious
Life, cold, laborious.
How is it wonderful then that I love thee?
What can I find in thee
That I should love thee?
Soul, heart, and mind in thee
Glory above thee,
Joy as a goal for me,
Love, a new soul for me,
How is it marvellous then that I love thee?