Music: Hertrich
Lyrics: Hertrich
I look upon myself and curse my fate
Shall I compare You to a winter day ? Pull down Your vanity, I say pull down !
A world of made is not a world of born I all alone beweep my outcast state
The stars move still with sound of glace
and my eternal spring it shall not fade
Some safer world in depths of wood embrace
And all he air a solemn stillness holds Oh, You have killed my sleeping fairyMy ear is much enarmoured of Your silent notes
What angel wakes me from my flowered bed ?
I'm wandering 'till truth makes all things plain
I pray, You gentle mortal, sing again, By moonshine did these lovers think no scorn so stay but here awhile most radiantly
Heaven's matchless king does glance
How glorious once above thy spear
methoughts he is hereand all the air.
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