This dole crowner gallows me

As this mere welkin hallowed be

Where upon I trick and train and tire

To limn my umbered love in fire

Before this noble mare betrays

As I clearly see it all decays

In debile coil of smoke surprises

As our last orison quickens as we

Are trembling near this poise of free

Quell me maculate slowly dyer

Case my remains with sharpened brier

Atone me to my throes curtail

To dim and dire fields I vail

And my ale's but a slumbering liar

Then so lingered here but none

To buckle back what had begun

In molten aeons caged desire

Dared phantasma us much higher

Ceased to milch the clover flower

Neither raindrops nor my lover

Shall restore what has been done

When we're all keeled in freezing sun