Tristram
L ET'S meet again to-night, my Fair,
Let's meet unseen of all;
The day-god labours to his lair,
And then the evenfall!
O living lute, O lily-rose,
O form of fantasie,
When torches waste and warders doze
Steal to the stars will we!
While nodding knights carouse at meat
And shepherds shamble home,
We'll cleave in close embracements—sweet
As honey in the comb!
Till crawls the dawn from Condol's crown,
And over Neitan's Kieve,
As grimly ghosts we conjure down
And hopes still weave and weave!
Let's meet unseen of all;
The day-god labours to his lair,
And then the evenfall!
O living lute, O lily-rose,
O form of fantasie,
When torches waste and warders doze
Steal to the stars will we!
While nodding knights carouse at meat
And shepherds shamble home,
We'll cleave in close embracements—sweet
As honey in the comb!
Till crawls the dawn from Condol's crown,
And over Neitan's Kieve,
As grimly ghosts we conjure down
And hopes still weave and weave!
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