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Grotesque fairyland-astrayWith fine falling snowthis myth now melts awayThrough bloody archwaysit flows upstreams to seethis heartache parching meBurns my gaiety, tahng down it's golden maskMy tears ooze away on drifting soilThrough peace I stride and fleeYour musing thoughts caressed by fearI hear some nightingales, they singMy withered dreams to healBeauty's rose should never dieMy grief lies onward, joy behindBut nature calls it to be goneSo tired with my woe...Stormy gusts of winter's dayFor restful death I begEre that sun doth wakeDrown my sins'black memoryWhat freezings have I feltwhat dark days seen in sleep a kindMounted on the wind your barenesscomes to touch the sealsStormy gusts of winter's dayFor restful death I begEre that sun doth wakeDrown my sins' black memoryFor never resting time leads summeron my heart is slainWithing this would which iron did impressthere will a river whispering runThe very birds are muteThe dread the winter's nearTheir sings, they wet my eyesDrown my world with weeping earnestlyToo hot the eye of heaven shinedAnon, the tunnel I will findPraise deep vermilion in the roseWhat tree or stone doth want a soul? Light, thy picture in my sightIt's held within his handsIt's grounded in my heartDisguised in bridal veilsMorning shadows wear awayHow many mornings have I seen? |