The poem of St. John of the Cross, in 8 stanzas of 5 lines each, narrates the journey of the soul to mystical union with God.

## Poem and treatise of St. John of the Cross

 1 2 3 4 5  In an obscure night Fevered with love's anxiety (O hapless, happy plight!) I went, none seeing me Forth from my house, where all things quiet be

 1 2 3 4 5  In darkness and in safety, By the secret ladder, disguised, O, happy lot! In darkness and concealment, My house being now at rest.

 1 2 3 4 5  In that happy night, In secret, seen of none, Seeing nought myself, Without other light or guide Save that which in my heart was burning.

 1 2 3 4 5  That light guided me More surely than the noonday sun To the place where He was waiting for me, Whom I knew well, And where none appeared.