Enchanting mights overhelming me

with skin pale as fiery snow

and eyes dark as night...

My growing heart-bleeding...


I craft her spell

A rising fountains of lust

One more staring glance

and my favour will never rust!


I am armed to suffer with quietness of spirit

Soft stillness with the touch of night's sweet harmony

She seeks my life

Her love drops a gentle rain from heaven

A day when the sun is did

Give me light, give light

by these blessed candles of the night

The night methinks is the daylight sick