| Rest Who doth be in quiescence Nay I sayeth, for thee failure Thou hath cometh to take me to bliss Yet thou cannot comprehend my solemn respite I may seeth thee angelically Sadly, mine soul in darkened grasp Say I, the darkness holdeth tight To now sojourn my haste Joy to me availeth naught Do I for thee love hold? Abiding by laws of mine heart 'Tis true, I holdeth love for thee Mistaken though, thou can aideth me not Passions layeth secretly hidden I make respites, fadeth from bliss and glee Night dawns nigh, the moon doth shines for me |