Why do you stand by the window
Abandoned to beauty and pride
The thorn of the night in your bosom
The spear of the age in your side
Lost in the rages of fragrance
Lost in the rags of remorse
Lost in the waves of a sickness
That loosens the high silver nerves
Oh chosen love, Oh frozen love
Oh tangle of matter and ghost
Oh darling of angels, demons and saints
And the whole broken-hearted host
Gentle this soul
And come forth from the cloud of unknowing
And kiss the cheek of the moon
The  host  (from Latin hostia is the sacramental bread used in the Christian ritual of the Eucharist. Together with the wine it represents Jesus' body during Holy Communion – a  recurring trope  in Cohen’s poetry. 

The Window