Mir Egal-Anger 77

[00:05.55]mire - theatre of tragedy [00:12.50] [01:27.30]harken! - the clouds mustered in dark - [01:41.77]so painfully easing. [01:48.17]hush! - hearest ye the yew doting; [01:56.57]its years of yore in a mire, [02:05.63]each like a corpse within its grave; [02:14.40]wrought for us a yearn of lief; [02:23.64] [02:30.27]tis not a lore of bale nor loathe; [02:37.84]harmony and aesthesia are its blisses; [02:45.33]ne'er ere hath it exist'd so sonorously - [02:52.85]jostl'd away the pale drape [02:57.28]that us had been o'erhung - [03:00.42] [03:04.60]tempt'd thy shutters to open [03:12.67]and thus quench'd the hearth; [03:19.87]thou giv'st to misery all thou hast: the cold - [03:28.39]with weal embrac'd the sprounting landscape [03:36.19]like a star of heaven in the broad daylight - [03:41.03]this joy subdueth until it again waneth, [03:48.97]save the drooping winter of stalwart. [03:54.92]