 | In darkness let me dwell,
Beside the devil and the angel,
Deep despair as I lie there.
A cheerful light sunk in morbid hell.
That is where I will dwell,
With the black angels with stone faces and cold hearts.
Bind me to that place in the depths of hell, bind me, and oh bind me.
Come again dear night, come to me when the fruitless ground in merciful with life;
Woe and tithe, crow and strife.
Please take pity on my life.
Closer… closer comes the pounding of my heart.
Hells save me, heaven may take me.
Hark! An angel approaches in front of me.
Flow my tears in front of me,
Mourn with me gentle soul,
Let me live my life in melancholy and despair,
Deep despair, as I saw him.
Soul come with me, see me, weep me from this world.
Woe, oh flesh and soul and tears, sighs and weary days of love and strife.
Come to me deprived in the soul and I will grant you my tears,
My love with tears painful despair of love.
Closer the pounding of my heart, you shadows that dwell in my heart, awaken my love and I will grant you tears, happy melancholy implore.
For you my love, it is you I so adore.
Flyaway spite, dear belov’d spite, despite my hate of thee,
Run away cruel ecstasies for I see you no more,
Disappeared from my deplored sight.
Deep shadows in the night light casting crowns of sprites and elves, in
Melancholy fashion with love and sinful spells, and doth thy sight hide me from thee, gentle spell of love and sin.
Let my sight dote on thy loving beauty,
For you are my budding duty of day and night.
Come again dear dove that I adore, for if you implore, thy servant of love will no more,
Adore.
To love is to fight another day.
In darkness let me dwell, dote and hate thee,
Spurn thee; kiss thee but no more.
Let me lie in darkness, for it is my refuge,
You were once my sweet love; thy love was my sin.
Forgive me, my spurned knight, you are not truly my love.
Your hair was like gold, like the wheat fields of Greece, its soft and gentle texture never was mine to touch. Thy eyes as the pale blue as the sea,
That would come to haunt me,
In those days so weary and with love’s dream like angels come singing to me to sleep.
Thy mouth thin and thick, smiling and frowning,
Tempting cherry so that one day you would kiss me, as your entire smile of devilry bewitched my heart with fiery love that would
Never see my subdued obviousness.
Thy laugh was as bells low and sweet from your mouth as beautiful as the spring slow and like a blackbird rang out when thy laughter rang.
Oh woe, why did you leave me alone in the dark dank light of dawn?
My tears sprang from flowing mounts of eyes, my melancholy kept the darkness sweet and a comfort. Come to me! Come to me!
Nay, you will never come back to me.
Nay you will not come back to me. |  |
LOADING