O never a breath to hold me Silent is the unstrung harps (in play) The laying of wedding sheets down Envy the masters of my passions
Shape me, I am as wet as a widow's eye A youth before my sight Lays naked through this earth
So with nature's gentle bosoms forgot Our age like winters bare Sisters, brothers of heavenly touch Flatter to passing fairs
Gather their scarlet ornaments As passions likewise lent me Put a curse upon our bones And indeed beneath the shoulders
Crossing the running rivers The oak tree stands withered these years I am naked here to suckle from nature And shade from males obscenity
I dance the sickles hour
O how like glorys calm me Its kindness, reads my eyes Hence these years Yet us then rejoice hereafter
Notorious brides of scorn Decorate them with awe Bekiss the discord breed And tend to its virginity
Feed the invert with decay For its humour shines kindlyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
