The Isle of the Dead

1 A land forlorn, in dark enclosed. Cold and silent it lies, The land where no wind blows. 2 Red shines the moon And gray is the grass. Dark are the rocks That like teeth ring the silent shore. 3 Silent creep the shades, Who like the fog do go. The ground gives back No sound of their footfalls For there is no sound--- No sound at all In the Isle of the Dead. 4 Bloody is the moonlight And cruel is the grass that strangles. Terrible are the dark rocks That like fangs line the dismal shore. 5 Here my love went astray from me, Here in silence trapped, gone away. In darkness I rove and cry; But no answer returns to me. 6 Silent creep the shades, No sound they make, all passing me And among them my love I see, And I cry to him to hear, to see 7 But silent he passes me For in that land, they can neither hear nor see There is no sound--- No sound at all In the Isle of the Dead. 8 A land forlorn, in dark enclosed. Cold and silent it lies, A land where no wind blows--- The Isle of the Dead.