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 16 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!