Time is an abyss -
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Profound as a thousand nights;
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I sojourn my haste, I make respites
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For what availeith this eager pace?
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One step more naught to face,
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Save the heirloom fatal kiss.
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I rave no more 'gainst Time or Fate,
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For lo! my own shall ne'er come to me,
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Yet! - Who doth my future narrate?
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Dim the lights - I cannot see!
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Bring forth ye Shadow! -
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With whom danceth thou?
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Time hath stopp'd -
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Yet for others ne'er halteth;
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For me the Pages of Life do not turn,
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Lo! - on the funeral pyre they burn.
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The oh so eathing Velvet Darkness they fear -
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Heed! - wherefore delve a burrow,
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When in my arms "O! Come here"? -
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I say, elsewhither is naught but sorrow!
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For what deemest thou so dear thy blood
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When through my veins it could flood? -
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Bide to merry - make me unaptly;
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And hence grant me the fell gift,
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The gift of passing on the dark trick.
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'Tis such a brazen act of erotic;
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Trifle for thee, yet for me grandly thrift,
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O! such an innocence depriv'd so hastily -
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Alas, for what deemest thou so dear thy blood
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When through my veins it will flood?
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Bring Forth Ye Shadow
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| Theatre Of Tragedy |
