Craft her spell

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