Of the Wand and the Moon - A Dirge | Текст песни

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• Of the Wand and the Moon
• A Dirge

me seems I see the high and stately mountains,
transform themselves to lower dejected valleys:
me seems I hear in these ill changed forests,
the nightingales doo learne of owls their musique:
me seems I feel the comfort of the morning
turned to the mortal serene of an evening.
me seems I see a filthy claudie evening,
as soon as sunne begins to climb the mountains:
me seems I feel a noisome sent, the morning
when i doo smell the flowers of these valleys:
me seems I hear, when i doo hear sweet music,
the dreadful cries of murdered men in forests.