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