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...