Symphonia

Oh, radiant soul that gilds the ebon night,
Like Luna’s beams upon a sable sea,
Thy beauty sets my troubled heart alight,
And binds my soul in chains of ecstasy.

Thine eyes, twin stars that pierce the velvet dark,
Do blaze with fire no earthly flame could hold,
They light my path like some celestial spark,
Yet burn with ice that makes my blood run cold.

O, how thy voice, a symphony divine,
Doth echo through the caverns of my mind!
Like seraphs’ hymns or siren’s wailing whine,
To thee I’m drawn, to madness thou consigned.

By Heaven's grace or Hell's infernal art,
Thou art the phantom haunting all my dreams,
The shade that whispers softly to my heart,
Yet in the daylight, more elusive seems.

Oh, would that I could drink thy tender sighs,
And taste the breath that weaves from thy sweet lips,
To dwell within the heavens of thine eyes,
And sail the world upon those argent ships.

But, cruel Fate! With hands both cold and tight,
She parts us like the day from dusky night,
Yet still my love, like some undying lore,
Shall haunt these shadowed halls forevermore.

O, let the raven’s caw and tempest’s wail
Be witness to my sorrow’s endless tale,
For in my breast, though Life itself be brief,
Thy love remains—a never-dying grief.