Coil - Vi. Sun Ascension B - (sonnet Cxxvi) lyrics

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O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power<br />

Dost hold Time's fickle glass, his sickle, hour;<br />

Who hast by waning grown, and therein show'st<br />

Thy lovers withering as thy sweet self grow'st;<br />

If Nature, sovereign mistress over wrack,<br />

As thou goest onwards, still will pluck thee back,<br />

She keeps thee to this purpose, that her skill<br />

May time disgrace and wretched minutes kill.<br />

Yet fear her, O thou minion of her pleasure!<br />

She may detain, but not still keep, her treasure:<br />

Her audit, though delay'd, answer'd must be,<br />

And her quietus is to render thee.

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