Versuri Theatre Of Tragedy - Cheerful Dirge
Hap mirthfulness! - Oh! joy of grand riddance;
Undress me my hauberk! - the wyern hath errant'd.
Ire of yore - bard of e'eryears -
I deem the brood hath wan'd -
Fro the chasm of the bosom, bale a hand back.
Hark! my dove - henceforth I bulwark thee! -
Teathers 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 nighttingale sing oh so blithely!
On his knees... A plea to harvest
No heed for the thorns you count!
Wherefore vow me?
Wherefor this gilded proffer?
Wherefore not pay court to a maid more
Morn of a joyous day! Hower 'twixt
Fertile desert! Cheerful dirge!
Misery me not! - man nor beast; envy
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!