`O soft embalmer of ye still midnight,
-- Allow me thee to adown,
-- Of any sort thou fancieth;
-- Each holdeth its own fancy, I say -
-- Yet the pleasure we partake in
-- Was caus`d by the fang`d grin,
-- Save!, do I for him anger hold?
-- Nay - I knew I was fey!`
`Had I what it taketh I would do;
I sense - I cannot sense,
I am - yet! I am not -
Once I kiss`d the image
Of the Seven Angels of Death...`
-- `Yet as thou so didst,
-- On my lips a kiss land?d,
-- And with the shadows blend?d
-- The tendermost silken mourn;
-- In which the light hidden is -
-- Yon Hell`s brazen doors
-- Wrothfully it trieth to push.`
`Then, lo! the Black Death,
Serpent-like `twixt the breasts crept;
Hush`d with a gasp of life`s breath, -- `Hush`d with a gasp of life`s breath,
Together red tears they wept, -- Together red tears we wept - in vain,
And pass`d the procession of dancers dead - -- And pass`d the procession of dancers dead -
As in darkness were we lock`d in wed.` -- As in darkness were we lock`d in wed;
-- I kiss`d the Seven Angels of Death.`
`And Hell open`d its doors,
Yet what was `fore my eyes -- `Yet what was `fore my eyes
But if not the brightest light.` -- But if not the brightest light.` Send " On Whom The Moon Doth Shine" Ringtone to your Cell