Shrouded in twiddling thorny twigs
I climb onto the fire
In the name of the LORD
My Beloved Sister
Tell them please they're
Heaven's Sweet Kisses
Engraved in my soul.
Treasured on a music sheet
With ink of gold,
Wherever may
The minuscule melody be,
Dancing forever
They're within me.
The favorite of
the moon and the stars
This, the Angels sing.
- Oui, mon père à present m'impose la vertu du silence.
Antonia, "Les Contes d'Hoffmann"
Blessed is the man that walketh not in the counsel of the ungodly, nor standeth in the way of sinners, nor sitteth in the seat of the scornful.