Coil - Vi. Sun Ascension B - (sonnet Cxxvi) lyrics

O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power Dost hold Time's fickle gla**, 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 sk** May time disgrace and wretched minutes k**. 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.