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