Interpret:

Theatre of Tragedy

Album:

Theatre Of Tragedy

Harken! - the clouds mustered in dark - 
So painfully easing. 
Hush! - hearest ye the yew doting; 
Its years of yore in a mire, 
Each like a corpse within its grave; 
Wrought for us a yearn of lief; 
Tis not a lore of bale nor loathe; 
Harmony and aesthesia are its blisses; 
Ne'er ere hath it exist'd so sonorously - 
Jostl'd away the pale drape 
That us had been o'erhung - 
Tempt'd thy shutters to open 
And thus quench'd the hearth; 
Thou giv'st to misery all thou hast: the cold - 
With weal embrac'd the sprounting landscape 
Like a star of heaven in the broad daylight - 
This joy subdueth until it again waneth, 
Save the drooping winter of stalwart.