To These Words I Beheld No Tongue Lyrics by Theatre Of Tragedy

To These Words I Beheld No Tongue Lyrics

    Whether the throned Monarch weareth the crown,
    Which I know not whether to his belongeth;
    Doth he hence the sceptre sway?
    Seasoneth he justice? -
    Daresay I he doth not,
    Will he then use his sceptre as a wand? -
    Where doth sit my awe? - Trieth me conjure;
    Perchance a spell?; a reptile, a sullied hound? -
    Is the gentle rain a quality of his? -
    I bethink this fro my thoughts; hitherto, about this,
    I beheld to these words no tongue; are the
    Monarch's men his thralls or his servants? -
    Oft I waylay my tongue -
    Those of which are withal by my gnarled heart not heed'd;
    Or doth the throstle sing with more glee
    At daybreak than than a twilight? -
    Brawl not my imp, nor my cherub; reserve my judgement -
    Crave not the sword when the bodkin fro ere thine is;
    That undiscover'd country; be that
    Of calamity, be that of joy, be that of apathy;
    Tread not paths of new when those of old are
    Far by an only single footstep; walk, be it
    On the left, on the right - be it the one which
    Straight forward leadeth; the one of correct
    I have as until now not heed'd any signs of!


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