Theatre Of Tragedy

Play by Raymond, Music by Theatre of Tragedy
Stay still patient; wilt thou my sister of merciful troth be?
I shall attempt the halter of thy life make less tighten'd!
I shall climb the yew,
Will it subdue me or not!
Swooning emotio
ns smite my
bosom -
I have in aptness depriev'd thy eyrie
Oh! - but ne'er alas;
Fro many another a lass -
Lodge here fore'ermore.
Dodge thither sable of yore!
A narrow dell hath now for me turn'd into a broad land;
A land rich with fields of the Simbelmyn.
Sonorous to my ears are the words
form'd by thy tongue;
Conquer me! - Waylay me! - Swathe
me 'twixt thy arms!
Make me sense the wine which is