The Bolt Of Cupid Felt Lyrics - Singles - Darkseed

Music: Hertrich 

Lyrics: Hertrich 

When fourty nights shall besiege Your brow 

and dig deep wounds in Your beauty now 

Your youth's prout livery so gazed on me 

tomorrow will be darkened sealed 

Look how a bird lies tangled in a net 

Pure shame and awed resistance made him fred 

So fastened in her arms the favoured lies 

She found more beaty in his varied eyes 

Cut is the branch that might be grown 

with Your faith, the treasure of Your lusty days 

Then being asked where all Your beaty 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 bashful 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 worksmanship at strife 

In limming out a well-proportioned steed 

as if the dead the living should exceed