Текст песни Solefald - When The Moon Is On The Wave
Solefald - When The Moon Is On The Wave слова песни
the poem was written by the noble lord Byron (1788 - 1824)when the moon is on the wave,and the glow-worm in the grass,and the meteor on the grave,and the wisp on the morasswhen the falling stars are shooting,and the answer`d owls are hooting,and the silent leaves are stillin the shadow of the hill,shall my soul be upon thine,with a power and with a sign.though thy slumber may be deep,yet thy spirit shall not sleep;there are shades which will not vanish,there are thoughts thou canst not banish,by a power to thee unknown,thou canst never be alone;thou art wrapt as with a shroud,thou art gather`d in a cloud;and for ever shalt thou dwellin the spirit of this spell.though thou seest me not pass by,thou shalt feel me with thine eyeas a thing that, though unseen,must be near thee, and hath been;and when in that secret dreadthou hast turn`d around thy head,thou shalt marvel I am notas thy shadow on the spot,and the power which thou dost feelshall be what thou dost feelshall be what thou must conceal.and a magic voice and versehath baptized thee with a curse;and a spirit of the airhath begirt thee with a snare;in the wind there is a voiceshall forbid thee to rejoice;and to thee shall night denyall the quiet of her sky;and the day shall have a sun,which shall make thee wish it done.from thy false tears I did distilan essence which hath strength to kill;from thy own heart I then did wringthe black blood in its blackest spring;from thy own smile I snatch`d the snake,for there it coil`d as in a brake;from thy own smile I snatch`d the snake,for there it coil`d as in a brake;from thy own lip I drew the the charmwhich gave all these their chiefest harm;in proving every poison known,I found the strongest was thine own.by thy cold breast and serpent smile,by thy unfathom`d gulfs of guile,by that most seeming virtuos eye,by thy shut soul`s hypocrisy;by the perfection of thine artwhich pass`d for human thine own heart;by thy delight in others` pain,and by thy brotherhood of cain,I call upon thee! and compelthyself to be thy proper hell!and on thy head I pour the vialwhich doth devote this trial;nor to slumber, nor to die,shall be in thy destiny;though thy death shall still seem nearto thy wish, but as a fear;lo! the spell now works around thee,and the clankless chain hath bound thee;o`er thy heart and brain togetherhath the word been pass`d - now wither!