Luyện nghe bài hát On Whom The Moon Doth Shine

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