With fine falling snow
This myth now melts away
Through bloody archways
It flows upstreams to see
This heartache parching me
Burns my gaiety, tahng 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
What freezings have I felt
What dark days seen in sleep a kind
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
Withing 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?
Grotesque fairyland-astray With fine falling snow This myth now melts away Through bloody archways It flows upstreams to see This heartache parching me Burns my gaiety, tahng 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 What freezings have I felt What dark days seen in sleep a kind 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 Withing 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? Explain Request ×
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