Pelléas and Mélisande
Pelléas and Mélisande

Perchance there walked a knight

Even-tide, in a garden of rain;


Love, bruised and mute, broke free,


Lost within a lake of pain.


Eternal was the theme they wove,


And their fate was dark as night;


Still, the lovers walked free, within the forest grove.

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Above, the birds fell silent,


Nervous of the approaching storm;


Doom dripped from clouds formed when love was born.

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Mercy, she begged from her lover,


Even as she left him for dead;


Lost in a forest of streams,


Injured and brought to the marriage-bed.


Stars dancing on water,


And gold vanished in wells;


Never to sit on the finger,


Doom rang like a bell;


Even-tide, in a garden of rain.