Текст Theatre Of Tragedy – Sweet Art Thou

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