Ville Valo Reading Poetry

1 of 2 Romance, who loves to nod and sing,
With drowsy head and folded wing,
Among the green leaves as they shake Far down within some shadowy lake,
To me a painted paroquet Hath been- a most familiar bird-
Taught me my alphabet to say- To lisp my very earliest word While in the wild wood I did lie,
A child- with a most knowing eye.

2 of 2 Of late, eternal Condor years So shake the very Heaven on high With tumult as they thunder by,
I have no time for idle cares Through gazing on the unquiet sky.
And when an hour with calmer wings Its down upon my spirit flings-
That little time with lyre and rhyme To while away- forbidden things!
My heart would feel to be a crime Unless it trembled with the strings