Luyện nghe bài hát On Whom The Moon Doth Shine

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