Lyric Cheerful Dirge Of Theatre Of Tragedy

Lyric Song Cheerful Dirge: Hap mirthfulness! Oh! joy of grand riddance;
Undress me my hauberk! the wyern hath errant d
Ire of yore bard of e eryears
I deem the brood hath wan d
fore ermore!
Fro the chasm of the bosombale a hand back
Hark! my dove henceforth I bulwark thee!
Teathers of swans in my pillow I cede my heart
Make haste! I pray respond my plea!
Lo! a sire of great awe a knight of
many battles!
And of kinsmen weeping for the slain!
Please! heed my words;
In thy sorrow I will kiss thy tears
In thy bliss I will take thee by thy hand
The sapor of grapes thou shalt savor
And harken the nighttingale sing oh so blithely!
On his knees A plea to harvest
roses;
No heed for the thorns you count!
Wherefore vow me
Wherefor this gilded proffer
Wherefore not pay court to a maid more
fair
Morn of a joyous day! Hower twixt
weed!
Fertile desert! Cheerful dirge!
Misery me not! man nor beast; envy
me;
Lest tis an act of wont!
Many are the drapes that my past bury
Ineffable feeling indulgeth in battles!
Tisn t what thou vambrace st thy words with!!;
I bethink dotingly only thy weal
Forgive me for deeming thee direfully
Therein abdiding with thee
Yet I was a trifle daunt d
Is for me the grandest boon!