To Babble

i pray every day with my drapes unfolded and all vanities shut out,and mind steady,that than bracelets a gracious maiden be found,to entangle my thin arms,and than diamonds be found,a sparkling love everyday,every morning the skies are assured of my cries,and lightless bright room,just a single ray escaping,that than any a man to knock my door,i should never shut out jesu joy of man desiring,and than friends be found a jealous God and by evening yes,the prayer of secret,and babbling is answered,but the day is late and sunless,and i must sleep, letting the soul to travel,but now i must whisper a prayer with six knees,two a piece to my maiden and boy