Night has covered the Forest with a solemn Mantle,
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I again visit Her Grave
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(May Her Murderers hear our Threat)
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"Though Thy Slumber may be deep
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Thy weak Spirit shall not sleep
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and forever Thou shall dwell
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in the ominous Fire of this Spell.
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To Thee lovely Night shall deny
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all the Quiet of Her Sky"
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(The North - Wind is raving through the Trees
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and touches roaring the crystalline Seas)
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The Moon looks round in sweet Delight
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in this pure Mood I invoke my Bride:
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"Thus charming as Thy Beauty art
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thus bloody shall my Wrath them part
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Oh, golden Strings of Ecstasy
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encharm us with Thy Melody!
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So that a Shape of Her may rise
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and our wild Passion never dies"
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A dazzling Light spawns out a Vision of my Dearest:
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"Understand these Oracle - Words of mine
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and our Embrace (shall be divine)
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When Skies will be fired with Crimson Cloud
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all shall be Witness of me enshroud!"
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Her Ivory Slumber
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Ancient Ceremony |