Sweet Art Thou — текст песни (Theatre Of Tragedy)

Stay still patient; wilt thou my sister of merciful troth be?
I shall attempt the halter of thy life make less lighten`d!

I shall climb the yew,
Will it subdue me or not!

Swooning emotions smite my bosom -
I have in aptness depriev`d thy eyrie
Oh! - but 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 Simbelmyne.

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,
And let it flow white and full in tast o`er my lips.

Make me sense the wine which is drunk by kings,
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 drowned,
Yet thou drewest me out soaking!

Save thou art not yet all parched -
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!