Empyrium Ode To Melancholy
Melancholy - still my desire for thy precious tragedian wine... Sweep me away, into the vale of thine! Where sorrow's strong and so is joy. Melancholy - still my desire, O let my heart by thee inspire... O fill the air with thy sweet scent, Let thy light, thy star crescent. Wherever she dwells I will bid a farewell sigh For she dwells with beauty - beauty that must die And deep inside me I will wait for her return To her enchanting, awe-inspiring flame I'll yearn O lust and rueful thought be mine, My soul enhanced, desires... Melancholy. My heart is thine.
