Текст Theatre Of Tragedy – Aœde

Parch’d of words, parch’d of lauds
Lorn and tyned fro my wame
‘Seech I more perforce indeed
Lap I of thee: thou art want

With dulcet gust thine floret
Which I yet would not do
Pray I thee for thine avail
Lave me in it, I want more

For my loe, not be adust

Come see as the wind: chant
I let thee come in
Come see as the wind, Aoede

As of lote — upon thee dote
Lowing ’tis, true forsooth
Tisn’t a tongue, nay merely mote
Thou art grandly mae than couth’
Eft and e’er doth it eke
I am what I do behold

For my loe, not be adust

Come see as the wind: chant
I let thee come in
Come see as the wind, Aoede