Paroles de Cheerful dirge

Play by raymond, music by 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 -
Fore'ermore?!"
"fro the chasm of the bosom, bale 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 thy 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 this gildd proffer?
Wherefore not pay court to a maid
More fair? -
Morn of a joyous day! hower '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 -
"forgive me for deeming thee direfully -
Therein abdiding with thee
Yet i was a trifle daunt'd."
Is for me the grandest boon!"