Maudlin of the Well Riseth He, the Numberless Lyrics

Curse the night I was born, as I beheld,
Springeth he like asters from her vicious womb
She bled mass stars that curs'd all the sky
Horror bound me against the crags of stone,
And even the Earthquake-Fiends were silenced
Chain'd to the mountaintop, my heart was rent

The dandelion was plucked from the sky
My soul wept as the shadow increased.
He made to sleep the flowers and the trees,
The beasts all laid down their mighty heads
Their souls were suck'd dry by the Creation
What season seizes fast the lyre with balm?

Alas, it is a cloudless, sunless day
As the world died, I hid myself in tears

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