Thus when the sun from's wat'ry bed All curtain'd with a cloudy red , Pillows his chin upon an orient wave; The wand'ring shadows ghastly pale , All troop to their infemal jail Each fetter'd ghost slips to his sev'ral grave .
Act III Scene 1: Thus When The Sun From's Wat'ry Bed от Anthony Rolfe Johnson - Тексты & Каверы