Theatre Of Tragedy - A distance is there

Come in out of the rain thou sayest
but thou ne'er step'st aside;
And I am trapp'd -
A distance there is...
None, save me and the bodkin
pitter-patter on the roof:
Behold! - 'tis not the rain;
thence me it has to be
I will not drink thy vintage wine, my dear;
Thou hast heed'd that I am of innocence,
yet thou let'st thy lass into peril Thou let'st me be parched;
My heart is of frailty, my pale skin is hued damask.
When thou thy tears hast hidden, "Come back!",
thou sayest
There I soon am to be -
but how am I to run when my bones, my heart!
Thou hast me bereaft! -
But run thou sayest; I run
And there and then I behold that a time will come
when I again dead will be.
Thou tell'st me to leave without delay -
I leave with my bodkin and my tears in my hands;
Lo! - the shadows, the sky - descending;
So by a dint of smite I gait ere I run
and melt together with dusk.
In my mind in which is this event,
But it seems as if naught is to change anyway?!
After all these years
thou left'st me down in the emotional depths -
The sombre soaked velvet-drape is hung upon me,
Turning my feelings away from our so ignorant world:
All the beatiful moments shared,
deliberatlely push'd aside -
...a distance there is...