The Apparation Of Mother Earth 歌词

Here I omit how your pleasures are mine How I have felt not seldom, in tempestuous time... Give me sight beyond sight, and pleasure beyond pain Knowledge beyond twilight realms If night blackens with storm, will you caress me? Or make a claim abode in distant winds? Beneath some rock... I listen to the notes The ghostly language of ancient earth Thence did I taste the visionary power And deemed not profitless those fleeting moods They bring with them vernal promises, ...Of shadowy exaltation The Spirit: A correspondent breeze that gently moves With quickening virtue my spirit is yours, From my own passions to habitual thoughts, Drink my life to breathe this philosophic song... When night blackens with storm... You will hear me call your name, Amidst the sounds of wolves in troops Along the bothnic main...