Thalarion - Sonnet Of My Grief Lyrics

I lift my heavy heart up solemnly

As once Elektra her sepulchral urn

And, looking in thine eyes, I overturn

The ashes at thy feet, behold and see

What a great heap of grief lay hid in me

And how the red wild sparkles dimly burn

Through the ashen greyness, if thy foot in scorn

Could tread them out to darkness utterly

It might be well perhaps, but if instead

Thou wait beside me for the wind to blow

The grey dust up ... those laurels on thine head

O my beloved, will not shield thee so

That none of all the fires shall scorch and shred

The hair beneath, stand further off then! Go!



[Taken from the Elizabeth B.Browning's "Sonnets from the Portuguese"]