Craft Her Spell
Enchanting mights, overwhelming me
With skin pale as fiery snow
And eyes dark as night
My growing heart bleeding, bleeding
I craft her spell
A rising fountains of lust
One more staring glance
And my favor will never rust
I am armed to suffer with quietness of spirit
Soft stillness with the touch
Of night's sweet harmony
She seeks my life
Her love drops a gentle rain from heaven
A day when the sun did
Give me light, give light
By these blessed candles of the night
The night methinks is the daylight sick