I. In the cave which wild weeds cover Wait for thine aethereal lover; For the pallid moon is waning, O`er the spiral cypress hanging And the moon no cloud is staining. II. It was once a Roman’s chamber, Where he kept his darkest revels, And the wild weeds twine and clamber; It was then a chasm for devils.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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