Who has known all the evil before us,

Or the tyrannous secrets of time?

Though we match not the dead men that bore us

At a song, at a kiss, at a crime–

Though the heathen outface and outlive us,

And our lives and our longings are twain–

Ah, forgive us our virtues, forgive us,

Our Lady of Pain.

Pale frankincense, styrax, East African black patchouli, cinnamon leaf, rosewood, and palisander.