Luyện nghe bài hát Wayfarer

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

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

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

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

Morning, and the dreamers
Like lovers' gazes their hour.
Cannot sunrise wait
For its

Farewell, wayfarer,
bless your name when I dream of you.