Odes Of Ecstasy - Abstract Thoughts Lyrics
[by Edgar Allen Poe]Lo! 'tis agala nightWithin the lonesome latter years!An angel throng, bewinged, bedightIn veils, and drowned in tears,Sit in a theatre, to seeA play of hopes and fears,While the orchestra breathes fitfullyThe music of the spheres.Mimes, in form of God on high,Mutter and mumbled low,And hither and thither flyMere puppets they,who come and goAt biding of vast formless thingsThat shift the scenary to and fro,Flapping from out of their Condor wingsInvisible Woe!The motley drama-oh, be sureIt shall not be forgot!With its Phantom chased for evermore,By a crowd that seize it not,Through a circle that ever returneth inTo the self-same spot,And much of Madness, and more of Sin,And Horror the soul of the plot.But see, among the mimic routA crawling shape intrude!A blood red thing that writhes from outThe scenic solitude!It writhes! It writhes! With mortal pangsThe mimes become its food,And the angels sob at vermin fangsIn human goreimbuted.Out-out are the lights-out all!And, over each quivering form,The curtain, the funeral pall,Comes down with the rush of a storm,And the angels, all pallid and wan,Uprising, unveiling, affirmThat the play is the tragedy "Man"and its hero theConqueor worm.
