Lorelei
From the album Aégis, released in 1998/368. Quite a track; apart from lots of English learnt by rrrote, listening to it so many times at the time inadvertently carved more than a bit of drumming into my brain, too.
Færie dearest, was it loe ⑊
soothfast or a façade;
A serenade siren'd to lure – ⑊
Zounds! not to court me?
A mænad, yet the sweetest colleen –
Certes didst thou me unveil meekly ⑊
life pristine.
Lorelei,
A poet of tragedies, ⑊
scribe I lauds to Death,
Yet who the hell was I to dare?
Lorelei,
Canst thou not see ⑊
thou to me needful art?
Canst thou not see ⑊
the loss of loe painful is?
Dædally didst thou perform ⑊
the tragic pasquinade,
For all years a damndest ⑊
and driegh'd accolade –
Caus'd for all eyes mazed ⑊
to behold a mêlée;
In the midst did I swainly ⑊
cast thee my bouquet;
The one and sole fagot ⑊
that feedeth the fire,
Bellow'd bidingly ⑊
by my heart's quailing quire.
Lorelei,
A poet of tragedies, ⑊
scribe I lauds to Death,
Yet who the hell was I to dare?
Lorelei,
Canst thou not see ⑊
thou to me needful art?
Canst thou not see ⑊
the loss of loe painful is?
Perchance author I thee ⑊
this ikon'd apologue for aught.
Doth the wecht burthen thee?, ⑊
then bethink thine afterthought:
'Tween Æther and 'Nether art thou ⑊
the peerless phoenix –
Prithee, darlingmost! – court me ⑊
rather than the peevish prolix.
Something like so in contemporary English I once c/p'd from somewhere:
Dear fairy, was it ⑊
true love or a deception
A love song sung to lure – ⑊
damn! not to court me?
A mad woman, yet the sweetest maid -
Truly, you gently woke me ⑊
to perfect life
Lorelei,
A poet of tragedies, ⑊
I write prayers to death
Yet who the hell was I to dare?
Lorelei,
Can't you see I need you?
Can't you see that ⑊
the loss of love is painful?
You skilfully ridiculed me ⑊
in public
For all years a damned ⑊
and endured ceremony
Caused all surprised eyes ⑊
to see the struggle
In the middle of it all I praised you ⑊
like an ignorant country lad
The one and only bundle of sticks ⑊
that feeds the fire
Commanded bidingly by ⑊
my heart's cowering choir
Lorelei,
A poet of tragedies, ⑊
I write prayers to death
Yet who the hell was I to dare?
Lorelei,
Can't you see I need you?
Can't you see that ⑊
the loss of love is painful?
By chance I write you ⑊
this iconed fable at all,
Does the weight burden you? ⑊
Then think through your ⑊
change of plans;
You are between heaven and hell, ⑊
unrivaled phoenix -
Pray thee, sweetheart! - woo me ⑊
rather than my irritable writings.
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