1. Turn your eyes away from me, I implore
I've no strength against their languor's spell

2. How can I recount my tale when you
Have silenced my tongue, made words rebel

3. Rhymes swiftly tend to wander and daydream
Scattering the phrases I try to knell

4. Slight them, and the rhymes will swell against you
Stormily, however sweet their well

5. The moon rules the tides and makes them bow
And obey its governance of their swell

6. What can ice do before the sun’s flames
When its branding iron descends pell-mell