O' winged angel you are the sun.
Arise,fair sun and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief.
cast away the shadows that doth pull at my life,
being the only sun I than see.
But I am too bold, 'tis not me that you lay beside,
That feels your warm embrace.
The brightness of your smile would shame the stars,
As daylight doth a lamp;your eyes in heaven,
Would through the airy region stream so bright
That birds would sing and think it day.
O,tell me you love me,bright angel! for thou art
As glorious to this night, being above my head
In pools of dreams and fantasy.
As is a winged angel of heaven
Unto the wondering eyes
Of mortals that fall back to gaze on you
when you bestride the lazy-pacing clouds
And sail upon the weightless air.
Can heaven be so envious?
Creature of night, fiend angelica!
Dove-feather'd raven, a dammned saint;punished by above
To never touch thou flesh, O thou warm flesh.
Back,foolish tears,back to your native spring;
Your tributary drops belong not on thy cheek.
Like damned gulilty deeds to sinners' minds.
Ha, untouchable! be merciful,say 'death;'
For never being with thee hath more terror than he,
Much more than death: do not say 'never.'
There is no world without your walls,
But purgatory,torture,hell itself.
Hence-never is banish'd from the world,
And world's exile is death.
'tis torture,and not mercy: heaven is there,
Where you live; and every unworthy thing,
Lives there in heaven and may look upon you;
But Lestat may not;he is banished.
Do I go and live, or stay and die?
Let me be taken,let me be put to death.
I have more care to go than will to stay:
Come,death, and welcome! I will it so.
But I doubt it not that we shall embrace;
And all these woes shall serve
For sweet discourses in our time to come.
