| My eyes hold the eventide, -- albeit behind the eyes thou hast
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| Thro' which I 'hold naught else -- a flame enshroud’d in its blackness;
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| But the raven; |
| -- burning without the faintest breeze
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| Sleep my dearest ones — -- teach me, dearest, the reason wherefore
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| Mind not the palling velvet darkness -- thou by such angst mark’d art?!
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| Wherefore is here loneliness?;
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| Infinite hollowness
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| In which my thoughts echo
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| To the shadows i whisper —
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| With the shadows i waltz —
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| Bear me; |
| i am not the plague
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| Altho' nightclad death … mayhap?!
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| Dare not naysaying my grant; |
| -- dance no longer with the shadows
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| Vanish with me abaft the unlight! |
| — -- dance no longer with the dead in the
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| graveyard;
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| O! |
| the taste on thine lips; |
| -- dance with me the mephisto waltz
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| A trickling deep red love — -- wedlock 'twixt day and night —
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| Everlasting lightheart’dness — -- offer me relief fro the sunrays
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| A kiss for thee my dear
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| Ah! |
| such delight i sense: -- eternally and ne’erendingly;
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| Savour the bitter grapes of life! |
| -- a soulsister of thine i am
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| -- let me openly greet thy kiss;
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| -- the most loving and caring bites
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| Grant me thineself!
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| I bore the woe in my heart
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| My heart was shatter’d into its tithe, -- as i depart embrace me
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| Save yet are its chambers in flood. |
| -- and in paltry time will i re-awake —
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| -- i love thee |