Mre Lyrics - Theatre Of Tragedy

Poem by Raymond, Music by Theatre of Tragedy 

Harken! - teh clouds musterd in dark - 

So painfully easing. 

Hush! - hearest ye the yew doting; 

Its years of yore in a mre, 

Each like a corpse within its grave; 

Wrought for us a yearn of lief; 

'Tis not a lore of bale nor loathe; 

Harmony and aesthesia are its blisses; 

Ne'er hath it exist'd so sonorously - 

Jostl'd away the pale drape 

That us had been o'erhung - 

Tempt'd thy shutters to open 

And thus quench'd the hearth; 

Thou giv'st to misery all thou hast: the cold - 

With weal embrac'd the sprounting landscape 

Like a star of heaven in the broad daylight - 

This joy subdueth until it again waneth, 

Save the drooping winter of stalwart.