L'ame Immortelle - To Everlasting Oblivion Lyrics

Thou mighty gulf, insatiate cormorant,
Deride me not, though I seem petulant
To fall into thy chops. Let others pray
Forever their fair poems flourish may.

But as for me, hungry oblivion,
Devour me quick, accept my orison,
My earnest prayers which do importune thee,
With gloomy shade of thy still empery,
To veil both me and my rude poesy.

Far worthier lines in silence of thy state
Do sleep securely, free from love or hate,
From which this, living, never can be exempt,
But whilst it breathes will hate and fury tempt.

Then close his eyes with thy all-dimming hand,
Which not right actions can withstand.
Peace, hateful tongues! I now in silence pace
Unless some hounds do wake me from my place.
I with this sharp yet well-meant poesy
Will sleep secure, right free from injury
Of cankered hate or rankest villany.