The Phoenix And The Raven
The Phoenix And The Raven
((Henry & Anne Boleyn)
She strolled like a dark phantom through my mind,
An ivory vision, a sleepless shade;
Haunted was I, destroyed by passion, blind.
The Phoenix to the raven fate did bind,
Gold to shadow, a thousand days to fade,
She strolled like a dark phantom through my mind.
What wit, this maid, what lively tongue unwind
To stain men’s hearts with fatal masquerade;
Haunted was I, destroyed by passion, blind.
She was as moonlight, bewitching, refined,
Ebony eyes in which lost souls did wade;
She strolled like a dark phantom through my mind.
And what bold dance my lady’s steps entwined,
Webs of sorrow on which the devil played.
Haunted was I, destroyed by passion, blind.
Why love’s tempest should use me so unkind?
And sightless laughter mocks where she was laid.
She runs like a dark phantom through my mind,
Haunted am I, destroyed by passion, blind.
((Henry & Anne Boleyn)
She strolled like a dark phantom through my mind,
An ivory vision, a sleepless shade;
Haunted was I, destroyed by passion, blind.
The Phoenix to the raven fate did bind,
Gold to shadow, a thousand days to fade,
She strolled like a dark phantom through my mind.
What wit, this maid, what lively tongue unwind
To stain men’s hearts with fatal masquerade;
Haunted was I, destroyed by passion, blind.
She was as moonlight, bewitching, refined,
Ebony eyes in which lost souls did wade;
She strolled like a dark phantom through my mind.
And what bold dance my lady’s steps entwined,
Webs of sorrow on which the devil played.
Haunted was I, destroyed by passion, blind.
Why love’s tempest should use me so unkind?
And sightless laughter mocks where she was laid.
She runs like a dark phantom through my mind,
Haunted am I, destroyed by passion, blind.