Phantasma de Luxe

This dole crowner gallows me
As this mere welkin hallowed me
Whereupon I trick and train and tire
To limn my umbered love in fire

Before this noble mare bewrays
As I cleary see it all decays
In debile coil of smoke suspires

Ay our orison quicknes as we
Are drumbling near this poize of free
Quell me maculate slowly dyer
Case my remains with sharpened brier

Atone me to my throes curtial
To dim and dire fileds I vail
And my eale's but a slumbering lier
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 killed in freezig sun