Tytuł: A distance there is

• Wykonawca: Theatre Of Tragedy
• Wyświetleń: 248

Come in out of the rain thou sayest - but thou ne'er step'st aside;
   And I am trapp'd
   A distance there is ...
   None, save me and the bodkin - pitter-patter on the roof:
   Behold! - 'tis not the rain; thence me it has to be -
   I will not drink thy vintage wine, my dear;
   Thou hast heed'd that I am of innocence, yet thou let'st thy lass into peril -
   Thou let'st me parchiséd;
   My heart is of frailty, my pale skin is huéd damask .
   When thou thy tears hast hidden, "Come back!" thou sayest -
   there I soon am to be - but how am I to run when my bonse, my heart
   thou hast me bereaft -
   But i run thou sayest; I run -
   And there and then I behold that a time will come when I again dead will be.
   Thou tell'st me to leave without delay -
   I leave with my bodkin and my tears in my hands;
   Lo ! - the shadows, the sky - decending;
   So by a dint of smite I gait ere I run and melt together with dusk.
   In my mind in which is this event,
   But it seems as if is to change anyway ? !
   After all these years thou left'st me down in the emotional depths -
   The sombre soakéd velvet-drape is hung upon me,
   Turning my feelings away from our so ignorant world:
   All the beatful moments shared, deliberatly push'd aside -
   ... a distance there is