Poem by Raymond, Music by Theatre of Tragedy
Harken! - teh clouds musteréd in dark -
So painfully easing.
Hush! - hearest ye the yew doting;
Its years of yore in a mďre,
Each like a corpse within it's grave;
Wrought for us a yearn of lief;
'Tis not a lore of bale nor loathe;
Harmony and aesthesia are it's blisses;
Ne'er hath it exist'd so sonorously -
Jostl'd away the pale drape
That us had been o'erhung -
Tempt'd thy shutters to open
And thus quench'd the hearth;
Thou giv'st to misery all thou hast: the cold -
With weal embrac'd the sprounting landscape
Like a star of heaven in the broad daylight -
This joy subdueth until it again waneth,
Save the drooping winter of stalwart.
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