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