Luyện nghe bài hát Wayfarer

Sing to me a romance,
That trod the starry roads.
All ye dust-strewn travellers,
To the hearthside!
seest thou, wayfarer,
Upon thy journey to a citrine

of candlelight with amethyst imbued,
Opal skulls of opal creatures tombs!
Woods of columned supporting ceilings breathing blue,
Seascapes fill'd with poison, lonely, for the few
Final denizens to march into the scorching fumes!

Stalks of lapis lazuli groaning a tired breeze,
Sparkling in the quaint moonlight, and owls' eyes in trees,
to one year of moons that hang on petals in the air!
Growing ghosts in silver upon a silent windowsill,
Built into the side of nothing built into a hill!

A cage that a nightingale was hung upon a shepherd's crook;
He stepp'd across the tide, his statuary effervescing.
Boughs dipped their lovely into the lake of one-thousand tiers
To admire an floodgate, and a piquant gallery.

Morning, and the dreamers
Like gazes past their hour.
sunrise wait forever
For its

Farewell, wayfarer,
I'll bless your name when I of you.