This dole crowner gallows me
As this mere welkin hallowed be
Where upon I trick and train and tire
To limn my umbered love in fire

Before this noble mare betrays
As I clearly see it all decays
In debile coil of smoke surprises
As our last orison quickens as we

Are trembling near this poise of free
Quell me maculate slowly dyer
Case my remains with sharpened brier
Atone me to my throes curtail

To dim and dire fields I vail
And my ale's but a slumbering liar
Then so lingered here but none
To buckle back what had begun

In molten aeons caged desire
Dared phantasma us much higher
Ceased to milch the clover flower
Neither raindrops nor my lover

Shall restore what has been done
When we're all keeled in freezing sun