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 sighFor she dwells with beauty - beauty that must dieAnd deep inside me I will wait for her returnTo her enchanting, awe-inspiring flame I'll yearn
O lust and rueful thought be mine,My soul enhanced, desires...Melancholy.My heart is thine.