Vi Sun Ascension B lyrics Lyrics

song lyrics Vi. Sun Ascension B - (sonnet Cxxvi) lyrics O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power Dost hold Time s fickle glass, his sickle, hour; Who hast by waning grown, and therein show st Thy lovers withering as thy sweet self grow st; If Nature, sovereign mistress over wrack, As thou goest onwards, still will pluck thee back, She keeps thee to this purpose, that her skill May time disgrace and wretched minutes kill. Yet fear her, O thou minion of her pleasure! She may detain, but not still keep, her treasure:      Her audit, though delay d, answer d must be,      And her quietus is to render thee. song lyrics