Play by Raymond, Music by Theatre of Tragedy  "Hap mirthfulness! - Oh! joy of grand riddance;  Undress me my hauberk! - the wyvern hath errant'd."  "Ire of yore - bard of e'eryears -  I deem the brood hath wan'd -  fore'ermore?!"  "Fro the chasm of the bosom, bale I hand back.  Hark! my dove - henceforth I bulwark thee! -  Feathers of swans in my pillow - I cede my heart.  Make haste! - I pray - respond my plea!"  "Lo! - a sire of great awe - a knight of  many battles!"  "...And of kinsmen weeping for the slain!  Please! - heed my words;  In thy sorrow I will kiss thy tears -  In thy bliss I will take thee by thy hand -  The sapor of grapes thou shalt savor -  And harken the nightingale sing oh so blithely!"  "On his knees...A plea to harvest  roses;  No heed for the thorns yon count!  Wherefore this gildéd proffer?  Wherefore not pay court to a maid  more fair? -  Morn of a joyous day! Hower 'twixt  weed!  Fertile desert! Cheerful dirge!  Misery me not! - man nor beast; envy  me;  Lest 'tis an act of wont!  Many are the drapes that my past  bury -  Ineffable feeling indulgeth in battles!"  "Tisn't what thou vambrace'st thy words with!!;  I bethink dotingly only thy weal -   "Forgive me for deeming thee direfully -  Therein abdiding with thee  Yet I was a trifle daunt'd."  Is for me the grandest boon!"