On Whom the Moon Doth Shine Theatre Of Tragedy (0 votos)
-- "O soft embalmer of ye still midnight,-- Allow me thee to adown,-- Of any sort thou fancieth;-- Each holdeth its own fancy, I say --- Yet the pleasure we partake in-- Was caus'd by the fang'd grin,-- Save!, do I for him anger hold?-- Nay - I knew I was fey!""Had I what it taketh I would do;I sense - I cannot sense,I am - yet! I am not -Once I kiss'd the imageOf the Seven Angels of Death..."-- "Yet as thou so didst,-- On my lips a kiss landéd,-- And with the shadows blendéd-- The tendermost silken mourn;-- In which the light hidden is --- Yon Hell's brazen doors-- Wrothfully it trieth to push.""Then, lo! the Black Death,Serpent-like 'twixt the breasts crept;Hush'd with a gasp of life's breath, -- "Hush'd with a gasp oflife's breath,Together red tears they wept, -- Together red tears we wept - invain,And pass'd the procession of dancers dead - -- And pass'd theprocession of dancers dead -As in darkness were we lock'd in wed." -- As in darkness were welock'd in wed;-- I kiss'd the Seven Angels of Death.""And Hell open'd its doors,Yet what was 'fore my eyes -- "Yet what was 'fore my eyesBut if not the brightest light." -- But if not the brightestlight."
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