Cheerful Dirge - Theatre Of Tragedy



Hap mirthfulness! - Oh joy of grand riddance;

Undress me my hauberk! - the wyvern hath errant'd.



-- Ire of yore - bard of e'eryears -

-- I deem the brood hath wan'd - foe'ermore?!



Fro the chasm of the bosom, I hand back.

Hark! my dove - henceforth I bulwark thee! -

Feathers 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 the bliss I will take thee by thy hand -

The sapor of grapes thou shalt savor -

And harken the nightingale sing oh so blithely!



-- On his knees... A plea to harvest roses;

-- No heed for the thorns yon count!

-- Wherefore vow me?

-- Wherefor this gildéd proffer?

-- Wherefore not pay court to a maid more fair? -

-- Morn of a joyous day! Flower 'twixt weed!

-- Fertile desert! Cheerful dirge!

-- Misery me not! - man nor beast; envy me;

-- 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 -

Therein abdiding with thee

Is for me the grandest boon!



-- Forgive me for deeming thee direfully -

-- Yet I was a triffle daunt'd



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