Bloody gifts of resurrection

In midnight gazes call me sullen upon my cheek Rousing replies risen bound by chains Lest mercy be tallowed by all frays Lest my cheek rise by an untimely hour Rid my face of discoloured honour Until it shall stalk by the wretched wicker sun's rays O wither upon the wicker's sun dropped desire Feign, o swell upon the imperious bells Dear wicker, o ire, shalt rain upon the sinner's drencht trap Leave mellow cleaves upon a skull's prondered fallows O wicker, dear wicker, fall'n be the strife within my own trial Ris'n upon a mellow moon's impassive scamp A whore within such heavenly light, where'n quarry shalt seek a seeming clamp Fought a feign, O swallow, O blossom by my might Shalt the wicker sun swoon upon my sorrows? O life, upon a liver, foreclose a killer For soon i shall take upon flight Until the sun's swollen wicker shall take upon the morrow Shall anguish thrive upon a famisht howl Come without breaks, nor bend I shall steal upon the wicker's whelms Towards the sways, o sorrow shall bend Belier my helm, 'til all else shall fall hither 'Til I hear the moon call upon the wicker, And I shall fly.