Why dost thou gave’th me,
This guilty bliss,
Dragin’ my soul from heaven to underworld,
With thy lascivious brass:
And make’th me bury all but thee,
Of the cosmos treated all well,
Vinify’d and Grass’d me a bless,
And make’th my beingness mortal.
Where dost thou evaporate with darkness?
O, where doest thou blend?
Leaving me o'erbrimmed with loneliness,
With these desperate longings:
Should I arouse from this cavity?,
