Don't drink the wine, it could be blood

This torrent could be thine

Turbid water cannot glearn

Your amity to truth departs



The moonlit sky is lightning up in lands where

shadows drearn my thoughts



I want to deny my frown

This war starves out my faith

it naughts my peace

Weed stamps on it's guilt, it crumbles off

Ere you were born was beauty summer's dead



Find the first conseit of love there bred

Faith falling...

No bitterness that I have bitter thing

Doom's calling



Whatever midnight hath been here

The flames of love I cannot view

So glid my path with thine eyes

Winter's cold falling deep



Make glad seasons as thou fleets

through crystal brooks where silence heats

Winning, when I saw myself to lose

Ruined love is built anew



On thorns rose stand

Two mourning eyes thy face

Bashful dreams, my soul is fled

where late sweet birds sand



Solicit your evil minds

wandering through the morning fog

Through the grove where trees conseil the light

Through the leaves, through fallen snow



My tears on your skin

but water cools not pain

from my soul which in thy breast doth lie

(It's useless shine it may forbear,

the weeping days to chase)



Find the first conceit of love there bred

Faith falling...

No bitterness that I have bitter throught

Doom's calling...