...and after a many summer dies the swan It withers slowly in thine arms All night long amorous anthems sung It's tears on your cheek, history of the fall
Sweet is the breath of night With charm of earliest birds Close over us, the silver star, thy guide Dying embers, our only light
But see the many-coloured prime retired to rest Thy loud-tongued blood demands supplies Honour and beauty are but dreams Big alike with wounds and dart
Like fiery dews that melt The swan's soul into boughs does glide Flaming swords forbiddeth, they banish me from you Remembrance of a bitter loss
Ruined love, when it's built anew, grows fairer, More strong, far greater While glory crowns so many hatreds crest Waking, thou wert in thy nakedness ...and after a many summer dies the swan
2. In Broken Images
Grotesque fairyland-astray With fine falling snow this myth now melts away Through bloody archways it flows upstream to see this heartache parching me Burns my gaiety, taking down it's golden mask My tears ooze away on drifting soil
Through peace I stride and flee Your musing thoughts caressed by fear I hear some nightingales, they sing My withered dreams to heal
Beauty's rose should never die My grief lies onward, joy behind But nature calls it to be gone So tired with my woe...
Stormy gusts of winter's day For restful death I beg Ere that sun doth wake Drown my sins, black memory!
Freezing have I felt what dark days seen in sleep a king Mounted on the wind your bareness comes to touch the seals
Stormy gusts of winter's day For restful death I beg Ere that sun doth wake Drown my sins' black memory
For never resting time leads summer on my heart is slain Within this would which iron did impress there will a river whispering run The very birds are mute The dread the winter's near Their sings, they wet my eyes Drown my world with weeping earnestly
Too hot the eye of heaven shined Anon, the tunnel I will find Praise deep vermilion in the rose What tree or stone doth want a soul?
Light, thy picture in my sight It's held within his hands It's grounded in my heart Disguised in bridal veils
Morning shadows wear away How many mornings have I seen?
3. Above The Edge Of Doom
Don't drink the wine, it could be blood This torrent could be thine Turbid water cannot gleam Your amity to truth departs
The moonlit sky is lightning up in lands where shadows dream my thoughts
I want to deny my frown This war starves out my faith it naughts my peace Weed stamps on it's guilt, it crumbles off Ere you were born was beauty summer's dead
Find the first conceit of love there bred Faith falling... No bitterness that I have bitter thing Doom's calling
Whatever midnight hath been here The flames of love I cannot view So glid my path with thine eyes Winter's cold falling deep
Make glad seasons as thou fleets through crystal brooks where silence heats Winning, when I saw myself to lose Ruined love is built anew
On thorns rose stand Two mourning eyes thy face Bashful dreams, my soul is fled where late sweet birds sand
Solicit your evil minds wandering through the morning fog Through the grove where trees conceal the light Through the leaves, through fallen snow
My tears on your skin but water cools not pain from my soul which in thy breast doth lie (It's useless shine it may forbear, the weeping days to chase)
Find the first conceit of love there bred Faith falling... No bitterness that I have bitter thought Doom's calling...
4. A Charm For Sound Sleeping
My loveless eyes, they gaze on thee They break the crystal of the sea That smile for which my feelings sigh This pain could teach us how to die
Your heart once left thus desolate Must fly at least from ease to hate So many summer-flowers there So many shadows love might (share)
Love's (image) upon earth without its wings I feel relief when sorrows flows My days though few have passed below (Dark tree,) still sad… (when other's grief is fled) Grasped in holy hand (of mystery) So beautiful shy, dark eyes… (flashing free) Last eve in beauty's circle (proudly gay) Let thy scattered shafts of light (play)
Sleep at noon with branches overgrown You can't enliven dying man for god takes back his gift Beat the twilight into flakes of fire Glow with the glow that slowly crimsoned all
Through all memory I found a way I walked in thoughts, today they walk in me
