O never a breath to hold me  Silent is the unstrung harps (in play)  The laying of wedding sheets down  Envy the masters of my passions    Shape me,  I am as wet as a widow's eye  A youth before my sight  Lays naked through this earth    So with nature's gentle bosoms forgot  Our age like winters bare  Sisters, brothers of heavenly touch  Flatter to passing fairs    Gather their scarlet ornaments  As passions likewise lent me  Put a curse upon our bones  And indeed beneath the shoulders    Crossing the running rivers  The oak tree stands withered these years  I am naked here to suckle from nature  And shade from males obscenity    I dance the sickles hour    O how like glorys calm me  Its kindness, reads my eyes  Hence these years  Yet us then rejoice hereafter    Notorious brides of scorn  Decorate them with awe  Bekiss the discord breed  And tend to its virginity    Feed the invert with decay  For its humour shines kindly