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
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