Enchantment - Summer For The Dames Lyrics
Inbossom my head forth, lead me into silent poetryWretchedness leaves my eyes desiredAs labouring claims those golden hairsCome appetise my tongue to heavenly moisturesDo lend a breast to gaze uponHave in summers past all pleasuresOr be them winded in my forehead (fill your dowry needs)Sleepless (the sound of crashing waves)Make thyself aroused to a flood of tearsIn streaks of day, when owls do cryAnd fables tread the primrose pathAll that bares in fruitSits under the bough that blossomsCoral lips with a pleasing taleTouches as a flower with frostHave like twenty kisses and bide where the billows spokeHarrow me up with glutton lips, make good the yeastEndeaver thyself as a whoreThen I'll take towards no pityO sweet dames like infants of the spring