You blow so softly light;
though distant, I fell
what great unseen might;
through heavenly hell;
have you cast tonight
by fingers they tell;
you needed some flight
to ring me some bell;
what shall I see;
what shall I say;
how must you be;
how must you stay;
you're creeping my sight;
you're aimless in spells;
you're winning this fight;
you're freeing me held;
I'm bounded with fright;
I bought what you sell,
I dared what you write;
I'm blinded, you stared;
what shall I say;
what shall I see;
how must you stay;
how must you be?
