Theatre of Tragedy "A Hamlet For A Slothful Vassal" lyrics

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A Hamlet For A Slothful Vassal

Behold a jocund morn indeed! -Sun on high - birds in sky.Yonder the whist firth eathing,Fro where a gale erranteth.

Ye beholdest but the shadow.That is a lie!Mayhap a tithe of trothplight -Lief I am not!I deem - e'er and anon!My words are but a twist.Tis a feigned lie through loathing,I say!To and fro, save hither,Is thy love.A dotard gaffer, I daresay...Not a loth! -But vying for my kinsmen!...a sapling not!Beautiful tyrant!Fiend angelical!Dove-feathered raven!Wolvish-ravening lamb!A hamlet for a slothful vassal -Soothing ale for a parched sot.Hie to tell meWhat ye judgest as naught;I behold the shadow!Wherefore call me such names;Nay imp am I!Thou art my aghast hart -Grazing in the glade.

E'er thou sayest aye!That is a lie!Thief of a plot!Lief I am not!Now go to thy tryst!My words are but a twist!Go, leave, totter!Fare well! - with joy I came,Until ye dwindlest.With rue I leaveA morsel, nay more,Even the orb cannotFor thy journeyHelp me melt the ice?!Hither and thither!

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