Summer For The Dames Lyrics - Singles - Enchantment

Inbossom my head forth, lead me into silent poetry 

Wretchedness leaves my eyes desired 

As labouring claims those golden hairs 

Come appetise my tongue to heavenly moistures 

Do lend a breast to gaze upon 

Have in summers past all pleasures 

Or be them winded in my forehead (fill your dowry needs) 

Sleepless (the sound of crashing waves) 

Make thyself aroused to a flood of tears 

In streaks of day, when owls do cry 

And fables tread the primrose path 

All that bares in fruit 

Sits under the bough that blossoms 

Coral lips with a pleasing tale 

Touches as a flower with frost 

Have like twenty kisses and bide where the billows spoke 

Harrow me up with glutton lips, make good the yeast 

Endeaver thyself as a whore 

Then I'll take towards no pity 

O sweet dames like infants of the spring