מילים לשיר A Poem By Yeats – Agalloch

The brawling of a sparrow in the eaves, The brilliant moon and all the milky sky, And all that famous harmony of leaves, Had blotted out man's image and his cry. A girl arose that had red mournful lips
And seemed the greatness of the world in tears,
Doomed like Odysseus and the labouring ships
And proud as Priam murdered with his peers, A climbing moon upon an empty sky, Arose, and on the instant clamorous eaves, Could but compose man's image and his cry.
And all that lamentation of the leaves, (From the poem "The Sorrow of Love" by William Butler Yeats).