Stoa
captivity
Caged in old woods, whose reverend echoes wake
When the hern screams along the distant lake,
Her little heart oft flutters to be free,
Oft sighs to turn the unrelenting key.
In vain the nurse that rusted relic wears,
Nor moved by gold - nor to be moved by tears;
And terraced walls their black reflection throw
On the green-mantled moat that sleeps below.
(Samuel Rogers)
- :
- Portaviii
- Urthona
- Zal
- Porta Viii
- Miscellaneous
- Of These Reminders
- Extreme Jenseitshymnen 3
- Mystic Spirits, Volume 12
- Silmand
- Grabesgesänge der schwarzen Engel
- Die Flut
- Touched by the Hand of Goth, Volume IV
- Gothic Compilation, Part XLII
- Gothic Spirits 2
- Heavenly Voices, Part 1
- Gothic Compilation, Part XXIII
- Gothic Compilation, Part XVIII