[00:55.32]At midnight in the month of June[01:01.95]I stand beneath the mystic moon[01:08.68]An opiate vapor dewy dim[01:14.74]Exhales from out her golden rim[01:21.12]And softly dripping drop by drop[01:27.56]Upon the quiet mountain top[01:34.06]Steals drowsily and musically[01:40.24]Into the universal valley[01:46.74]The rosemary nods upon the grave[01:53.31]The lily lolls upon the wave[01:59.74]Wrapping the fog about its breast[02:05.93]The ruin molders into rest[02:12.56]Looking like Lethe see! the lake[02:18.75]A conscious slumber seems to take[02:25.81]And would not for the world awake[02:31.62]And would not for the world awake[02:37.99]All Beauty sleeps!- and lo! where lies[02:44.31]the skace men dou ben till the sky[02:51.14]Irene with her Destinies![03:03.76]O lady bright! can it be right-[03:10.01]This window open to the night[03:16.39]The wanton airs from the tree-top[03:22.70]Laughingly through the lattice drop-[03:29.08]The bodiless airs a wizard rout[03:35.58]Flit through thy chamber in and out[03:41.89]And wave the curtain canopy[03:48.14]So fitfully- so cearfully-[05:41.58]Above the closed and fringed lid[05:47.27]''Neath which thy slumb′′ring soul lies hid[05:53.70]That o′′er the floor and down the wall[06:00.08]Like ghosts the shadows rise and fall![06:07.02]Oh lady dear hast thou no fear[06:12.89]Why and what art thou dreaming here[06:19.33]Sure thou art come O′′er far-off seas[06:25.70]A wonder to these garden trees![07:11.64]Strange is thy pallor! strange thy dress[07:17.02]Strange above all thy length of tress[07:22.52]And this all this[07:29.89]And this all solemn silentness![07:36.27]My lover sleeps! Oh may her sleep[07:42.58]Which is enduring so be deep![07:49.70]Heaven have her in its sacred keep![08:01.58]This chamber changed for one more holy[08:08.52]This bed for one more melancholy[08:13.77]I pray to God that he may lie[08:21.02]For ever with unopened eye[08:28.14]While the pale sheeted ghosts go by![09:33.77]My love she sleeps! Oh may her sleep[09:36.58]As it is lasting so be deep![09:39.33]Soft may the worms about her creep![09:42.95]May the worms about her creep![09:45.70]My love she sleeps! Oh may her sleep[09:48.58]As it is lasting so be deep![09:51.64]Soft may the worms about her creep![09:54.70]May the worms about her creep![10:22.95]Far in the forest dim and old[10:28.33]For her may some tall vault unfold-[10:34.14]Some vault that of the flung its black[10:40.64]And winged panels fluttering back[10:46.96]Triumphant o′′er the crested palls[10:53.02]Of her grand family funerals-[10:59.14]Some sepulchre remote alone[11:05.27]Against whose portal she hath thrown[11:12.02]In childhood many an idle stone-[11:23.52]Some tomb from out whose sounding door[11:29.64]She never shall force an echo more[11:36.50]Thrilling to think poor child of sin![11:43.12]It was the dead who groaned within[00:00.009][99:00.000]