Luyện nghe bài hát On Whom The Moon Doth Shine

"O soft of ye still midnight,
Allow me to adown
Of an sort thou
holdeth its own fancy, I say -
Yet the we partake in
Was caus'd by the grin,
Save!, do I for him hold?:
Nay - I I was fey!"
"Had I what it taketh, I do;
I sense - I sense,
I am - yet! I am not -
I kiss'd the image
Of the Seven of Death."
"Yet as so didst,
On my lips a landed,
And the shadow blended
The tendermost silken
In
h the light is -
Yon Hell's brazen
Wrathfully it to push."
"Then, lo! the Death,
Serpent-like 'twixt the breasts
Hush'd a gasp of life's breath,
red tears they wept,
And pass'd the procession of dancers -
As in were we lock'd in wed."
"Hush'd with a of life's breath,
Together red tears we - in vain,
And pass'd the of dancers dead -
As in darkness we lock'd in wed:
I the Seven Angels of Death."
"And Hell its doors,
Yet was 'fore my eyes
But if not the light."
"Yet was 'fore my eyes
But if not the light."