It was in this haunted place   Under a moonless cloak of ebony   I was drawn to the glow of a young spiritess   Weeping in the woods      The blackest ravens and ice-veiled boughs   Have spoken of you, goddess of these bleak woods   I yearn for your embrace, spiritess of the melancholia   Show me again your sweet face   Enchant me with your rich, cinder burnt ether   Lure me into your arms and bless unto me eternal death      She had spoken to the dawn   Her words wisped in tongues of the wind      And then silence   Pale clouds betrothed the dawn   Black rain fell   The birds wore masks      The haunting stain of her woe   Had burned itself into the oak   Night had gone   Bereaved, I was torn from her      One last time I witnessed her beauty in the distance   The arms of the trees tore at her morbid gown   Swaying in the loathsome winter breeze   She faded before my eyes   Since that day a thousand veiled birds have taken flight   And the melancholy rain still pores forever on