Now is the Dreadful Midnight
by Paul Goodman
Now is the dreadful midnight you
have to do what you want to do
not by your will which is afraid
but by my hand upon you laid.
My hand withheld almost too long
moves by lust, its grip is strong
and callous, it has turned to fire
the arpeggios of a lyre
and we love carelessly
who gravely love Saint Harmony.
Resist not, nor can you resist, the cries
that in your bowels rise
while I to song shall modify
and neither of us will ever die.
Evidence of Things Not Seen
Composer(s): Ned RoremBuy via Boosey & Hawkes