Lyrics Sweet Art Thou - Theatre Of Tragedy

Sweet Art Thou

— Stay still patient;
wilt thou my sister of merciful troth be?
— I shall attempt the halterof thy life make less tighten’d!
-- I shall climb the yew
-- Will it subdue me or not!
-- Swooning emotions smite my bosom —
-- I have an aptness depriev’d thy eyrie
Oh!
— ne'er alas;
-- Fro many another a lass —
Lodge here fore’ermore.
-- Dodge thither sable of yore!
— A narrow dell hath now for me turn’d into a broad land;
— A land rich with fields of the Simbelmyn
-- Sonorous to my ears are the words form’d by thy tongue
-- Conquer me!
— Waylay me!
— Swathe me 'twixt thy arms!
-- Make me sense the wine which is drunk by queens
Make me sense the wine which is drunk by kings
-- And let it flow white and full in tast o’er my lips
And let it flow red and full in taste o’er my lips
-- A dais’d bridge o’er the ghyll
-- In which a river bottomless —
-- I would have drownèd
-- Yet thou drewest me out soaking!
Save thou art not yet all parchèd —
Eavesdroppest ye: A wee drop, -- I can hear it!
— I can feel it!
Whence it comes I can only deem, -- Yet I will not tarry idly!
Lest this for me is a gay dream: -- Let it adamant be —
A dream that will sojourn eternally — -- Empty the flagon in me!
In which theatre I will act!