A Celle Qui Est Trop Gaie (To Her Who Is Too Gay)

Song A Celle Qui Est Trop Gaie (To Her Who Is Too Gay)
Artist Elijah's Mantle
Album Legacy Of Corruption

Lyrics

[ti:A Celle Qui Est Trop Gaie (To Her Who Is Too Gay)]
[ar:elijah's mantle]
[al:Legacy of Corruption]
[02:15.28] Your air, your bearing and your grace
[02:19.12] Are scenic wonders on display,
[02:22.98] And laughter has a lovely way
[02:26.50] Of playing havoc with your face.
[02:30.99] Infected by your radiance,
[02:35.02] The melancholy passer-by
[02:38.96] Lifts up his head to catch your eye ---
[02:42.58] a brief and private audience.
[02:46.84] The startling costumes you prefer,
[02:50.55] The gypsy wit of your attire
[02:54.89] Could set a poet's heart on fire,
[02:58.54] Image of a ballet of flowers.
[03:03.06] Those motley gowns are emblems of
[03:06.87] A madcap soul's vitality;
[03:10.64] But I am the fool, for I can be
[03:15.07] A fool for hate as well as love.
[03:18.99] Ironically, when most depressed,
[03:22.64] I've dragged myself through burgeoning
[03:26.46] Green gardens overcome with spring,
[03:30.93] Where sunlight lacerates my breast;
[03:34.99] When all that young luxuriance
[03:39.23] Half mocked and half rebuked my woes,
[03:43.25] I had to desecrate a rose
[03:47.06] To punish Nature's insolence.
[03:50.61] And I'd crawl, quiet as a worm,
[03:55.03] When midnight sounds and everywhere,
[03:58.95] The cyies of lovers fill the air
[04:03.07] To spy upon your sleeping form,
[04:07.09] Degrace your innocence a bit,
[04:10.77] Till that proud flesh be mortified,
[04:14.86] Then down your unsuspecting side
[04:18.99] I'd carve a deep and bloody slit,
[04:22.64] And by that virgin orifice,
[04:26.74] I would inject in you, sweet dream,
[04:31.03] My venom, in an endless dream,
[04:34.93] But with exquisite tenderness!