No More

Now, now comes the words what hold no more Speak, unto the veil, closedly, before The hour is through, and rooms are closed Tell me thy word, close me inside, unto thy rose Hold, hold to thy word, close up thy rose no more Tell, tell me the time, is th'hour here before Roses are closed, inside the rooms, above Speak, speak of the veil, speak of the room, my love Now, whence comes the words, no more Speak, unto thy veil, no more Tell me of thy world, no more Hold up with my rose, no more Breach, melt through the ice, pierce through the frosted lake Think, imagine the life we'll unrepentingly make And ask, ask of the sage, what shall we see, and what shall we make Hear, replyingly spake, unto thy brow, over the lake Now, whence frosts the ice, no more Speak, o'er the waters, no more Tell me of thy sage, no more Hold up with thy brow, no more Now, whence frosts the ice, no more Speak, o'er the waters, no more Tell me of the sage, no more Hold up with thy brow, no more