14th-century Quote by Anonymous
““I mourned, hands clenched, before that mound. For the piercing cold of grief had caught Me in the doleful dread and bound My heart, though reason solace sought. I longed for my pearl, locked in the ground, While fierce contentions in me fought. In Christ, though comfort could be found. My wretched will was still distraught. I fell upon that flowery plot.””
