Theatre Of Tragedy - On Whom The Moon Doth Shine
"o Soft Embalmer Of Ye Still Midnight,
-- Allow Me Thee To Adown,
-- Of Any Sort Thou Fancieth;
-- Each Holdeth Its Own Fancy, I Say -
-- Yet The Pleasure We Partake In
-- Was Caus'd By The Fang'd Grin,
-- Save!, Do I For Him Anger Hold?
-- Nay - I Knew I Was Fey!"
"had I What It Taketh I Would Do;
I Sense - I Cannot Sense,
I Am - Yet! I Am Not -
Once I Kiss'd The Image
Of The Seven Angels Of Death..."
-- "yet As Thou So Didst,
-- On My Lips A Kiss Landéd,
-- And With The Shadows Blendéd
-- The Tendermost Silken Mourn;
-- In Which The Light Hidden Is -
-- Yon Hell's Brazen Doors
-- Wrothfully It Trieth To Push."
"then, Lo! The Black Death,
Serpent-like 'twixt The Breasts Crept;
Hush'd With A Gasp Of Life's Breath, -- "hush'd With A Gasp Of Life's Breath,
Together Red Tears They Wept, -- Together Red Tears We Wept - In Vain,
And Pass'd The Procession Of Dancers Dead - -- And Pass'd The Procession Of Dancers Dead -
As In Darkness Were We Lock'd In Wed." -- As In Darkness Were We Lock'd In Wed;
-- I Kiss'd The Seven Angels Of Death."
"and Hell Open'd Its Doors,
Yet What Was 'fore My Eyes -- "yet What Was 'fore My Eyes
But If Not The Brightest Light." -- But If Not The Brightest Light."
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