Текст песни: Theatre Of Tragedy - Sweet Art Thou



Stay still patient; wilt thou my sister of merciful troth be?

I shall attempt the halter of thy life make less lighten`d!



I shall climb the yew,

Will it subdue me or not!



Swooning emotions smite my bosom -

I have in aptness depriev`d thy eyrie

Oh! - but ne`er alas;

Fro many another a lass -

Lodge here fore`ermore.

Dodge thither sable of yore!



A narrow dell hath now for me turn`d into a broad land;

A land rich with fields of the Simbelmyne.



Sonorous to my ears are the words form`d by thy tongue;

Conquer me! - Waylay me! - Swathe me `twixt thy arms!

Make me sense the wine which is drunk by queens,

And let it flow white and full in tast o`er my lips.



Make me sense the wine which is drunk by kings,

And let it flow red and full in taste o`er my lips.



A dais`d bridge o`er the ghyll,

In which a river bottomless -

I would have drowned,

Yet thou drewest me out soaking!



Save thou art not yet all parched -

Eavesdroppest ye: A wee drop,

I can hear it! - I can feel it!

Whence it comes I can only deem,

Yet I will not tarry idly!

Lest this for me is a gay dream:

Let it adamant be -

A dream that will sojourn eternally -

Empty the flagon in me!

In which theatre I will act!

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Stay still patient; wilt thou my sister of merciful troth be?

I shall attempt the halter of thy life make less lighten`d!



I shall climb the yew,

Will it subdue me or not!



Swooning emotions smite my bosom -

I have in aptness depriev`d thy eyrie

Oh! - but ne`er alas;

Fro many another a lass -

Lodge here fore`ermore.

Dodge thither sable of yore!



A narrow dell hath now for me turn`d into a broad land;

A land rich with fields of the Simbelmyne.



Sonorous to my ears are the words form`d by thy tongue;

Conquer me! - Waylay me! - Swathe me `twixt thy arms!

Make me sense the wine which is drunk by queens,

And let it flow white and full in tast o`er my lips.



Make me sense the wine which is drunk by kings,

And let it flow red and full in taste o`er my lips.



A dais`d bridge o`er the ghyll,

In which a river bottomless -

I would have drowned,

Yet thou drewest me out soaking!



Save thou art not yet all parched -

Eavesdroppest ye: A wee drop,

I can hear it! - I can feel it!

Whence it comes I can only deem,

Yet I will not tarry idly!

Lest this for me is a gay dream:

Let it adamant be -

A dream that will sojourn eternally -

Empty the flagon in me!

In which theatre I will act!

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