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The Glimmering Landscape
04:25
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For the listener who listens in the snow,
and nothing beholds into the nothing that is,
and out of the central mind, I blink no glittering eye.
I tread through the frozen night.
Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight.
Where only the ravens in their high, cold and broken sky,
may tell my words echo through the shadows.
Over the sea I felt the wind strike chill and cold.
Vapours rise from the red brown mold
and they come unencumbered.
Farewell my adoptive land that nurtured me.
Till on the haunting flare, I turned to the northern sea.
When I remember all I've seen around me fall,
dark as the roses thorn.
A shape of ice that flies in the night,
this is the shells iridescence.
Through time all has been made weightless as the rising embers.
I blink no glittering eye; I tread through the frozen night.
Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight.
With only the ravens in their high, cold and broken sky.
May tell my words echo through the shadows.
Then fades the glimmering landscape on the sight.
Where only the ravens in their high, cold and broken sky,
may tell my words echo through the shadows.
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Starward Longing
04:22
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Thanked has been fortune,
it has been otherwise twenty times better.
I wished that there might start eternity,
And the sun itself shall perish as every dream of mine.
My whole youth's starward longing could not win.
And as it did, my thoughts are now for you sealed.
Sealed forever as every star is blotted from the sky.
Is this all a once gallant hymn of dreamed salvation.
Cold lips that sing no more.
And withered wreaths and regretful eyes.
I wished that there might start eternity.
It has been otherwise twenty times better.
twenty times better!
Of that never ending load
that on all living creatures lies.
Nor stoops to pity the sorrow in our eyes.
It has been otherwise so much better!
I wished that there might start eternity.
Where our path for a while emerges
then closes now when time is still.
My whole youths starward longing could not win.
The wound in the circuit of one vast coil
proclaiming the time was neither wrong nor right.
Then as it did, my thoughts are now for you sealed.
Sealed as every star is blotted from the blackened sky.
Is this all a once gallant hymn of dream salvation.
The calyx of death's bounty giving back livid hieroglyph.
Stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fled.
The wound in the circuit of one vast coil.
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Fates Mysteries
04:00
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Could unborn ages slowly sail?
Before my view I could see every action painted there.
To slumber in its endless gloom,
then let me never pass a look in fates mysteries.
There poverty and grief might stand
by dark despairs corroding hand.
Purification in the Old Law did save, and such, as yet once more
I trust to have full sight of her without any restraint.
Came vested all in white, pure as her mind.
Her face was veiled; yet to my sight, her person shined.
So clear, as in no face with more delight.
But as to embrace her she fled into the night.
The obscuring mirror of my era broke
and made the great seem insignificant.
But as to embrace her she fled into the night.
Lost in that Syrian garden in the rain,
you sleep, and know not you're dead in vain.
No likely end could bring them loss
or leave them like before.
Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,
You sleep and know you are not dead in vain.
Then settle in its endless gloom.
There let me never cast a look in fates mysteries.
Came vested all in white, pure as her mind.
Her face was veiled; yet to my sight, her person shined.
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4. |
Thy Shadows Fall
04:10
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Come from the influence of an unseen star,
beneath dark birds that fill the air.
Like those who did not hear or care.
We could not fathom what they meant,
save only that they seemed
to thin the blood along in our veins.
I see the stars at mortal wars.
In shadows danger lurks for those who stray.
I warmed both hands before the fire of life.
They are not long - the days of wine and roses.
Within its vital boundary of the mind.
Then thy shadows fall.
The garden hardens and grows cold,
and nothing gold like the fire in the night can stay.
Only the faint moonlight on the stairs.
All that has been was visible from the graves forgotten here.
Down through these earthly mists, a vital breath of more ethereal air.
Thy shadows fall.
The garden hardens and grows cold, and I feel nothing.
The garden hardens and grows cold.
Gold like the fire in the night can't stay,
and we forget each other.
Only the faint moonlight shall remain,
and think that I may never live to trace their shadows.
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The Grave is Wide
04:19
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Only from the long line of spray
where the sea meets the moon-bleached land,
Listen, you'll hear the grating roar.
Upon the straits on the French coast,
the light gleams and is gone,
the cliffs of glimmering and vast.
From the tranquil bay, dark is the coming storm.
The pebbles which the waves draw back
between tufts of grey sea mosses.
Nor in the high road ply, my trade of guilts and glosses.
At their return up the high strand,
begin, and cease, and then again begin.
Only from the long line of spray you hear the grating roar,
where the sea meets the moon-blanched land.
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
where ignorant armies clash by night.
Between tufts of grey sea mosses.
Nor in the abandoned high road ply, my trade of guilts and glosses.
Glosses into - into this mind the turbid ebb and flow.
We find in the sound - we find in the sound a thought.
Nor in the abandoned high road ply, my trade of guilts and glosses.
Between tufts of grey in the high road ply,
beware where you step, the grave is wide.
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The Dusk and the Song
04:25
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Down to the empty hall where the dance was once long.
In the troubled night how many loved their moments of grace.
Over the expanse of the lonely shore.
Thou art the dusk and the song,
that is heard in the same bare place..
under the dim moon.
Which is the sound of the land.
We dwell in the evening air.
I took up my burden in the wilderness.
Wise with great wisdom I lay it down.
Burned by the brutal summer,
now hearing the wind, I know what winter brings.
I have slept through the spring storms,
and I felt in my heart this strangeness.
Not for the most kept secret,
nor for the dead with their psalms.
Over the expanse of the lonely shore.
Thou art the dusk and the song,
that is heard in the same bare place..
under the blood moon.
Sing no sad songs for me,
round the griefs of the ages.
With all their griefs in their arms,
I labour by singing light.
Not for ambition or the trade of charms
on the ivory stage of their most secret heart.
Over long leagues of forgotten waters
Thou art the song that is heard on the shifting sands
with an empty impulse of delight.
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Pale Memories
04:28
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Where is the shimmer of evil?
We come and we turn from the fiery day
and peer into the indefinite unshapen night.
With vacant gloaming, sad as half-lit minds,
The weak-limned hour when the sick men's sighs are drained.
We feel the obscurity of an order.
And the day stains with what seems to be more than the sun.
Sometimes like a pale grey fog they drift.
Sometimes they haunt our dreams
like forgotten melodies.
Only half remembered,
There in my heart, you moved among them.
and, in this same light in the evening air,
I felt the spell that held my breath.
Sometimes they haunt our dreams
I felt the spell that held my breath.
But only a host of phantom listeners
that dwelt in the lone house then,
stood listening in the quiet of the moonlight.
But I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
longing to put the pale memories out of mind.
Here now we forget each other and ourselves
from a knowledge that which was arranged.
Despairs hand would make me seek
the lonely tomb and pass by the waters.
Sometimes like a pale grey fog they drift.
Sometimes they haunt our dreams
like forgotten melodies.
Only half remembered,
There in my heart, you moved among them x2
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Black Waters
04:10
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We turn from the day full of the same dark winds.
They pass from the waters to the world from the voice of men.
And drove our share through flesh and bone.
and turned them under to mould and stone.
The twilight shades grow deeper into the sleepless night,
lost from their dream of life.
They pass from the waters to the world from the voice of men.
Come to the window, where begins the eternal note of sadness
Here even dreams ascend in smoke.
Gagged by the smothering wing which none unbinds.
I dreaded even a heaven with doors so chained.
There I watched for the dead.
Each life exiled but no ghost awoke.
There only stillness answering our cry.
Exercised in the still of night.
We turn from the day full of the same dark winds.
The twilight shades grow deeper into the sleepless night,
lost from their dream of life.
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