2 July 2012
Awake my love and raise your pretty head For hear you not the bell calling us from sleep? It summons us to church The sabbath day to keep. Alas she sleeps to well Untroubled by the bell, And she shall rise no more to kiss me as before. She's not alone in bed- My love and Death are wed The devil take the bell And church can go to hell
By Patrick Woodroffe
The Long Lie-in • Opuss № I