The Bolt Of Cupid Fell Lyrics - Darkseed

When fourty nights shall beside you brow 

and dig deep wounds in your beauty now 

Your youth's proud livery so gazed on me 

tomorrow will be darkened sealed 

Look how a bird lies tangeled in a net 

Pure shame and awed resistance made him fred 

So fastened in her arms the favoured lies 

She found more beauty in his varied eyes 

Cut is the brunch that might be grown 

with you faith, the treasure of your lusty days 

Then being asked where all your beauty lies 

I say it to your deep-sunken eyes 

"As if the dead the living should exceed 

possessed by heavens heart and hand" 

He burns with basful shame 

She with her tears does quench the maiden 

burning off her cheeks 

Then with her windy sighs and golden hands 

to fain and blow them dry again she seeks 

Look how a painter would surpass his life 

His art with nature's workmanship at strife 

In limmming out a well-proportioned steed 

as if the dead the living should exceed