Mistress Of Gordon Lyrics
Upon clowdy mountainpeak supineBelow, ruined lands are seen tremblingHer horror and beauty are divineReturn, my Mistress of GorgonThy've marked my heart with wisdomReturn, my Mistress of GorgonThy've scarred my soul, and now it is gone...Upon her lips and eyelids, seems no lieLoveliness as a shadow, from which it shinesFury and luried, struggling underneathThe agonies and anguish of deathMy Mistress of GorgonThy've marked my heart with no wisdomReturn not my Mistress of GorgonThy've scarred my soul... Roam aloneYes, it's the horror than the graceWhich turns the gazer's spirits, into stoneWhereon the lineaments of that dead faceAre graven, till the characters be grownInto itself and thought no more can trace'Tis the melodious hue, of beauty enthronedArthwont the darkness and the glore of painWhich humanize and harmonize the strainFrom her head, as from one body growsAs rotten grass out of a watery rockHair as a viper, they curl and flowTheir long tangles, in each other lockWith unending involutions show...Their moiled radiance, as it were to mockThe torture and the dead within and sawThe solid air, with many a ragged jaw'Tis the tempestious loveliness of terrorFar from the serpent's gleam, a brazen glareKindled, by that inextricable terrorWhich makes a thrilling vapour, of the airTo become an ever shiftening mirror nightmareOf all the beauty, and terror thereA woman's countenance, with serpent locksGazing in depth from heaven on death, From those wet rocks...
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