Fro the chasm of the bosom, bale a hand back. Hark! my dove - henceforth I bulwark thee! Teathers of swans in my pillow - I cede my heart. Make haste! - I pray - respond my plea! Lo! - a sire of great awe - a knight of many battles! ...And of kinsmen weeping for the slain! Please! - heed my words; In thy sorrow I will kiss thy tears In thy bliss I will take thee by thy hand The sapor of grapes thou shalt...