Regret In Sydney [A Beautiful Memory]
Daughter Of ElysiumShe who is pure without malice
She who bears the waiting chalice
That will quench and feed my fire
The one that will soothe my blade
Who beckons me through her glade
Where she leads me in a trance
Enthralled by her dance
The tristan shards are cast from my chest
As I finally embrace and kiss her breast
And lay down my head on her lap to rest
She who will hold me as I sleep
With a whispering song upon her lips
That I am forever hers to keep
And she dries up all of my tears
Upon her veil of virgin tresses
Yet her face from my eyes is hidden
The last memory of this sweet maiden
Is her long garden dress of chastity
Flowing green surrounding evening star
She stood smiling in the chapel that day
