My Christ Was Dark

Touch my hands and take a glimpse
where my angels refused to see
And let grief be thy guiding dead
in the graven world of me.

Oh sullen night, thy mistress bright
inflame my tears, which stopped my heart
Thus cast me now, on devil shores
to palaces forlorn, in stars which rot.

Oh dreadful night, thou art blind
thy lethal kiss, makes summer bleed
Oh sinful night, thou mistress bright
thou heart so cold, makes summer cry