Sweet Art Thou - Theatre Of Tragedy

— 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!