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To These Words I Beheld No Tongue - Theatre Of Tragedy
Whether the thrond monarch weareth the crown
Which I know not whether to his belongeth
Doth he hence the sceptre sway
Seasoneth he justice
Daresay I he doth not
Will he then use his sceptre as a wand
Where doth sit my awe trieth me conjure
Perchance a spell a reptile a sullied hound
Is the gentle rain a quality of his
I bethink this fro my thoughts hitherto about this
I beheld to these words no tongue are the
Monarch's men his thralls or his servants
Oft I waylay my tongue
Those of which are withal by my gnarld heart not heed'd
Or doth the throstle sing with more glee
At daybreak than a twilight
Brawl not my imp nor my cherub reserve my judgment
Crave not the sword when the bodkin fro ere thine is
That undiscover'd country be that
Of calamity be that of joy be that of apathy
Tread not paths of new when those of old are
Far by an only single footstep walk be it
On the left on the right be it the one which
Straight forward leadeth the one of correct
I have as until now not heed'd any signs of
I have as until now not heed'd any signs of
Whether the thrond monarch weareth the crown
Which I know not whether to his belongeth
Doth he hence the sceptre sway
Seasoneth he justice
Daresay I he doth not
Will he then use his sceptre as a wand
Where doth sit my awe trieth me conjure
Perchance a spell a reptile a sullied hound
Is the gentle rain a quality of his
I bethink this fro my thoughts hitherto about this
I beheld to these words no tongue are the
Monarch's men his thralls or his servants
Oft I waylay my tongue
Those of which are withal by my gnarld heart not heed'd
Or doth the throstle sing with more glee
At daybreak than a twilight
Brawl not my imp nor my cherub reserve my judgment
Crave not the sword when the bodkin fro ere thine is
That undiscover'd country be that
Of calamity be that of joy be that of apathy
Tread not paths of new when those of old are
Far by an only single footstep walk be it
On the left on the right be it the one which
Straight forward leadeth the one of correct
I have as until now not heed'd any signs of
I have as until now not heed'd any signs of
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