1. THE BEGINNING

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2. COME HEAVY SLEEP

Come heavy sleep, the image of true death
And close up these my - my weary weeping eyes
Whose spring of tears doth stop my vital breath
And tears my heart with sorrows sight swoll'n cries

Come heavy sleep you're and old friend to me
Take my hand, lead me to those places I've never been
Where all fear and sadness are not real
And live's so much pleasure

I'll be by your side, please don't take me away
Let me feel this delight till eternity wakes me up
Never be in solitude again
And no dark tomorrow...


3. SAD SILENT HOME

Away the moor is dark beneath the moon,
And rapid clouds have drunk day's last pale beam,
Gathering winds will call darkness so soon,
Will call the darkness soon

Away away to thy sad silent home,
Pour bitter tears on it's desolated hearth
Watch the dim shades as like all ghosts they go,
Like ghosts they go and come.


4. MISERY

Come, be happy and sit near to me,
Shadow-wested, shadow-wested misery,
Unwilling silent bride
Mourning in thy, in thy robe of pride

Come, be happy and sit near to me,
Sad as I may seem, sad as I may seem to thee
I'm happier far than thou,
Lady whose imperial brow is endiademed with woe

Hasten, hasten to the bridal bead
Underneath the, underneath the grave 'tis spread
In gloom may our love hide
I may rest with my eternal bride

Kiss me, kiss me, oh thy lips are cold
'Round my neck, around my neck thin arms, thin arms enfold
They're soft but chill and dead
And thy tears upon my head like points of frozen lead

Clasp me 'till our hearts, till our hearts be grown
Like two shadows, two shadows into one
'Till this dreadful transport may
Like a vapour fade away

We may dream in that eternal sleep
That we are not the kind of those, who weep
Even as pleasure dreams of thee
Thou majest dream of her with me


5. DIM ATMOSPHERE

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6. THE PAST

Waking or asleep, thou of death must deem
Things more true and deep than we mortals dream
We look before and after and pine for what's not
Our sincerest laughter with some pain is fraught

Will thou now forget the happy hours
Which we buried in love's, in love's sweet bowers
Heaping over their corpses so cold
Blossoms and leaves instead of the mold ?

Forget the dead and the past? Oh yet,
There are ghosts that may take revenge for it,
Memories that make the cold heart a tomb
Regrets which glide through the spirit's gloom.


7. UNREAL MYSTERY

You thought you'd be strong
Far from this place where you've been
When you were in safety so long
So sorry you feel
That all your strength then was gone
And all hopeful feelings were lost

This kingdom of yours
Means nothing more than a
Small tiny point in this universe
Your feelings and thoughts
Mean nothing more than a
Wasted and senseless phantom of time

And the billows of clouds
That roll around you shall sleep
In the light of wondrous days
Where hell and heaven shall leave
You free to the universe of destiny

This world's the nurse of all
Of all we know and the coming
Of death's a fearful blow
When all we know or feel
Shall pass like a so unreal mystery

Who painted all those shadows
Those shadows that are beneath the winding caves
The wide winding caves of peopled tombs
Or united the hopes of what shall be
With all the fear and the love for that which we see


8. HOUSE OF GLASS

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9. WATERS OF WIDE AGONY

Many the green isle needs must be
In the sea of misery
Or the mariner who's so worn and won
Never thus could voyage on

Day and night, and night and day
Always drifting on his dreary way
Always been drifting on his dreary way
Closing round vessel's track

When dreamers seem to be
Weltering through eternity
And the dim low line before
Of a so dark and distant shore

Still recedes as ever still
Longing with divided will
But no power to seek or stun
He's ever drifting on and on

Over the unresponding wave
To heaven of the grave
What if there no friends will greet ?
What if there no heart will ever meet ?

Wanderer wherso'er he may
Can he dream before the day
To find refuge from distress
In friendship's smile and in love's caress

Many the green isle needs must be
In the sea of misery
Or the mariner who's so worn and won
Never thus could voyage on.

Ay, many flowerin' island lie
In waters of wide agony
To such an island a morning was lead
My bark by soft wind piloted.


10. THE END

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