Wasting time

Someone hit me with a lovers dart

And on midnight’s stroke, time vanishes

Enchanted I am, my heart she has, I care not

Anything, but her praise to sing, her favour to win

And night, filled with hooves, in strange glow,

Yearns to, unrobe its queen, her kiss be my own

Someone hit me with a poison dart,

And, on my bed, in tears, I waste away