Darkseed - Lysander

Neglect me, lose me only give me leave, unworthy as I am to follow Your grief Therefore the moon, the governess of floods, pale in her anger washes all the air Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose The human mortals want their winter cheer Love takes the meaning in love's conference So that but one heart we can make of it The stary welking covers You anon with dropping fog as black as acheron Thorny anger, be not seen, come not near our fairy-queen For night's swift dragons cut the clouds I tary for the comfort of the day Fair love, I see, I forgot our way Stand still, You ever moving spheres, in misery noone will here And they shoot chillness to my heart I can't break the midnight sigh