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richard burton - the nocturnall lyrics

’tis the year’s midnight, and it is the day’s
lucy’s, who scarce seven hours herself unmasks;
the sun is spent, and now his flasks
send forth light squibs, no constant rays;
the world’s whole sap is sunk;
the general balm th’ hydroptic earth hath drunk
whither, as to the bed’s feet, life is shrunk
dead and interr’d; yet all these seem to laugh
compar’d with me, who am their epitaph

study me then, you who shall lovers be
at the next world, that is, at the next spring;
for i am every dead thing
in whom love wrought new alchеmy
for his art did express
a quintessеnce even from nothingness
from dull privations, and lean emptiness;
he ruin’d me, and i am re+begot
of absence, darkness, death: things which are not

all others, from all things, draw all that’s good
life, soul, form, spirit, whence they being have;
i, by love’s limbec, am the grave
of all that’s nothing. oft a flood
have we two wept, and so
drown’d the whole world, us two; oft did we grow
to be two chaoses, when we did show
care to aught else; and often absences
withdrew our souls, and made us carcasses
but i am by her death (which word wrongs her)
of the first nothing the elixir grown;
were i a man, that i were one
i needs must know; i should prefer
if i were any beast
some ends, some means; yea plants, yea stones detest
and love; all, all some properties invest;
if i an ordinary nothing were
as shadow, a light and body must be here

but i am none; nor will my sun renew
you lovers, for whose sake the lesser sun
at this time to the goat is run
to fetch new l+st, and give it you
enjoy your summer all;
since she enjoys her long night’s festival
let me prepare towards her, and let me call
this hour her vigil, and her eve, since this
both the year’s, and the day’s deep midnight is

- richard burton lyrics

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