Touch my hands and take a glimpse where my angels refused to see And let grief be thy guiding dead in the graven world of me.
Oh sullen night, thy mistress bright inflame my tears, which stopped my heart Thus cast me now, on devil shores to palaces forlorn, in stars which rot.
Oh dreadful night, thou art blind thy lethal kiss, makes summer bleed Oh sinful night, thou mistress bright thou heart so cold, makes summer cry.