Theatre Of Tragedy - Sweet Art Thou

- 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´ve 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 Simbelmynë. -- 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 & full in tast o´er my lips. And let it flow red & full in taste o´er my lips. -- A dais´d bridge o´er the ghyll, -- In which a river bottomless - -- I´d have drownéd, -- Yet thou drewest me out soaking! Save thou art not yet all parchéd - Eavesdroppest ye: A wee drop, -- I can hear it! - I can feel it! Whence it comes I can only deem, -- Yet I´ll 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´ll act!