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Enchanting mights overhelming mewith skin pale as fiery snowand eyes dark as night. ..My growing heart-bleeding. ..I craft her spellA rising fountains of lustOne more staring glanceand my favour will never rust! I am armed to suffer with quietness of spiritSoft stillness with the touch of night's sweet harmonyShe seeks my lifeHer love drops a gentle rain from heavenA day when the sun is didGive me light, give lightby these blessed candles of the nightThe night methinks is the daylight sick |