Tytuł: Prospero's Speech

• Wykonawca: Loreena McKennitt
• Wyświetleń: 286

Now my charms are all o'erthrown
   And what strength I have's mine own
   Which is most faint; now t'is true
   I must here come find by you.
  
   But release me from my bands
   With the help of your good hands
   Gentle breath of yours my sails
   Must fill, or else my project fails.
  
   Which was to please.
  
   Which was to please. Now I want
   Spirits to enforce, art to enchant
   And my ending is despair,
   Unless I be relieved by prayer.
  
   Which pierces so that it assaults
   Mercy itself and frees all faults
   As you from your crimes would pardon'd be
   Let your indulgence set me free.