Tytuł: Cheerful dirge

• Wykonawca: Theatre Of Tragedy
• Wyświetleń: 294

Play by Raymond, Music by Theatre of Tragedy
   "Hap mirthfulness! - Oh! joy of grand riddance;
   Undress me my hauberk! - the wyvern hath errant'd."
   "Ire of yore - bard of e'eryears -
   I deem the brood hath wan'd -
   fore'ermore?!"
   "Fro the chasm of the bosom, bale I hand back.
   Hark! my dove - henceforth I bulwark thee! -
   Feathers of swans in my pillow - I cede my heart.
   Make haste! - I pray - respond my plea!"
   "Lo! - a sire of great awe - a knight of
   many battles!"
   "...And of kinsmen weeping for the slain!
   Please! - heed my words;
   In thy sorrow I will kiss thy tears -
   In thy bliss I will take thee by thy hand -
   The sapor of grapes thou shalt savor -
   And harken the nightingale sing oh so blithely!"
   "On his knees...A plea to harvest
   roses;
   No heed for the thorns yon count!
   Wherefore this gildéd proffer?
   Wherefore not pay court to a maid
   more fair? -
   Morn of a joyous day! Hower 'twixt
   weed!
   Fertile desert! Cheerful dirge!
   Misery me not! - man nor beast; envy
   me;
   Lest 'tis an act of wont!
   Many are the drapes that my past
   bury -
   Ineffable feeling indulgeth in battles!"
   "Tisn't what thou vambrace'st thy words with!!;
   I bethink dotingly only thy weal -
   "Forgive me for deeming thee direfully -
   Therein abdiding with thee
   Yet I was a trifle daunt'd."
   Is for me the grandest boon!"