Believe green buds awaken in the spring,
That autumn paints the leaves with fire,
Believe I held my heart unbroken,
To lavish on one girl, my hot desire.
In the dead city of crumbling stone,
Her eyes were caught by that unholy sheen,
And madness took me by the throat,
As if a rival lover were thrust between.
Was it a dream the lighted buds had brought?
Then curse the dream that bought my life,
And curse each hour that doesn't see,
Hot blood drip blackly, from a crimson knife.
The shadows were black around her,
The dripping jaws gaped wide,
Thicker than rain the red drops fell,
But my love was fiercer than death's black spell,
Nor all the iron walls of hell,
Could keep me from her side.
Now we are done with roaming evermore,
Never to hear the harp's refrain,
Nor crimson flag frighten the dusky shores,
Blue girdle of the world, receive again...
Her whom you have given me.
I read this in a book when I was in high school and i've memorized it. I cannot, for the life of me, remember who wrote it.
