Lysander

Lysander
Neglest 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 out 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 steel, you ever moving spheres
in misery noone will hear
And they shoot chillness to my heart
I can't break the midnight sigh