Mistress Of Gordon Songtext

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Laying, gazing on the midnight sky
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Upon clowdy mountainpeak supine
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Below, ruined lands are seen trembling
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Her horror and beauty are divine
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Return, my Mistress of Gorgon
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Thy've marked my heart with wisdom
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Return, my Mistress of Gorgon
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Thy've scarred my soul, and now it is gone
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Upon her lips and eyelids, seems no lie
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Loveliness as a shadow, from which it shines
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Fury and luried, struggling underneath
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The agonies and anguish of death
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My Mistress of Gorgon
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Thy've marked my heart with no wisdom
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Return not my Mistress of Gorgon
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Thy've scarred my soul Roam alone
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Yes, it's the horror than the grace
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Which turns the gazer's spirits, into stone
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Whereon the lineaments of that dead face
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Are graven, till the characters be grown
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Into itself and thought no more can trace
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'Tis the melodious hue, of beauty enthroned
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Arthwont the darkness and the glore of pain
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Which humanize and harmonize the strain
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From her head, as from one body grows
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As rotten grass out of a watery rock
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Hair as a viper, they curl and flow
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Their long tangles, in each other lock
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With unending involutions show
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Their moiled radiance, as it were to mock
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The torture and the dead within and saw
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The solid air, with many a ragged jaw
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'Tis the tempestious loveliness of terror
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Far from the serpent's gleam, a brazen glare
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Kindled, by that inextricable terror
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Which makes a thrilling vapour, of the air
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To become an ever shiftening mirror nightmare
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Of all the beauty, and terror there
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A woman's countenance, with serpent locks
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Gazing in depth from heaven on death,
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From those wet rocks
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