Luyện nghe bài hát On Whom The Moon Doth Shine

"O embalmer of ye still midnight,
me thee to adown
Of an sort fancieth;
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 it taketh, I would 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 a kiss landed,
And the shadow blended
The silken mourn;
In
h the light is -
Yon Hell's doors
Wrathfully it to push."
"Then, lo! the Death,
Serpent-like the breasts crept:
Hush'd with a gasp of breath,
red tears they wept,
And pass'd the of dancers dead -
As in darkness we lock'd in wed."
"Hush'd with a of life's breath,
Together red we wept - in vain,
And pass'd the of dancers dead -
As in darkness were we lock'd in
I kiss'd the Seven of Death."
"And open'd its doors,
Yet what was my eyes
But if not the light."
"Yet what was my eyes
But if not the light."