Theatre Of Tragedy - Siren
Haste Not Thine Wisdom, For The Hollow Is Ta'en -
-- By Whom, Know I Not; 'lack! Am I Of Twain -
-- And As A Crux - Cede I My Words -
Fro My Heart Wilt Thou Ne'er
-- Have I Been 'sooth Sinsyne.
Be Left Without - Come!
Thine Voice Is Oh So Sweet, -- I Speer Thine Pine,
Ryking For Me: -- Ryking For Thee;
«list And Heed», Thou Say'st -- Wistful, Whistful -
Chancing To Lure -- Chancing To Lure,
-- Skirl And Skreigh, But For Thine Ears, Aye, Lown 'tis -
-- Dodge Na 'way Herefro, Do Come Here In Eath!
-- Mayhap Luréd By The Scent Of Lote -
-- 'od! - The Fœtid - Eft Hie Back I Mote;
-- For What I Did My Soul Atrouncéd,
How I Wish For Thee Again,
-- O! Do Believe Me, 'twasn't A Frounce.
Will I Give Thee It: Troth.
Thine Voice Is Oh So Sweet, -- I Speer Thine Pine,
Ryking For Me: -- Ryking For Thee;
«list And Heed», Thou Say'st -- Wistful, Whistful -
Chancing To Lure. -- Chancing To Lure,
-- Skirl And Skreigh, But For Thine Ears, Aye, Lown 'tis -
-- Dodge Na 'way Herefro, Do Come Here In Eath
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