90听音乐网 www.90T8.com
Frost at Midnight - Richard Burton
The Frost performs it's secret ministry
Unhelped by any wind
The owlet's cry
Came loud and hark again loud as before
The inmates of my cottage all at rest
Have left me to that solitude which suits
Abstruser musings save that at my side
My cradled infant slumbers peacefully
'Tis calm indeed so calm that it disturbs
And vexes meditation with its strange
And extreme silentness
Sea hill and wood
This populous village
Sea and hill and wood
With all the numberless goings on of life
Inaudible as dreams the thin blue flame
Lies on my low burnt fire and quivers not
Only that film which fluttered on the grate
Still flutters there the sole unquiet thing
Methinks its motion in this hush of nature
Gives it dim sympathies with me who live
Making it a companionable form
Whose puny flaps and freaks the idling Spirit
By its own moods interprets every where
Echo or mirror seeking of itself
And makes a toy of Thought
But O how oft
How oft at school with most believing mind
Presageful have I gazed upon the bars
To watch that fluttering stranger and as oft
With unclosed lids already had I dreamt
Of my sweet birth place and the old church tower
Whose bells the poor man's only music rang
From morn to evening all the hot Fair day
So sweetly that they stirred and haunted me
With a wild pleasure falling on mine ear
Most like articulate sounds of things to come
So gazed I till the soothing things
I dreamt
Lulled me to sleep and sleep prolonged my dreams
And so I brooded all the following morn
Awed by the stern preceptor's face mine eye
Fixed with mock study on my swimming book
Save if the door half opened and
I snatched
A hasty glance and still my heart leaped up
For still I hoped to see the stranger's face
Townsman or aunt or sister more beloved
My play mate when we both were clothed alike
Dear Babe that sleepest cradled by my side
Whose gentle breathings heard in this deep calm
Fill up the interspersed vacancies
And momentary pauses of the thought
My babe so beautiful it thrills my heart
With tender gladness thus to look at thee
And think that thou shall learn far other lore
And in far other scenes
For I was reared
In the great city pent 'mid cloisters dim
And saw nought lovely but the sky and stars
But thou my babe shalt wander like a breeze
By lakes and sandy shores beneath the crags
Of ancient mountain and beneath the clouds
Which image in their bulk both lakes and shores
The lovely shapes and sounds intelligible
Of that eternal language which thy God
Utters who from eternity doth teach
Himself in all and all things in himself
Great universal Teacher he shall mould
Thy spirit and by giving make it ask
Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee
Whether the summer clothe the general earth
With greenness or the redbreast sit and sing
Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch
Of mossy apple tree while the nigh thatch
Smokes in the sun thaw
Whether the eave drops fall
Heard only in the trances of the blast
Or if the secret ministry of frost
Shall hang them up in silent icicles
Quietly shining to the quiet Moon
- 1 Richard Burton
LRC动态歌词下载
[00:00.00]90听音乐网 www.90T8.com[00:00.15]Frost at Midnight - Richard Burton
[00:00.83]The Frost performs it's secret ministry
[00:03.48]Unhelped by any wind
[00:06.92]The owlet's cry
[00:07.97]Came loud and hark again loud as before
[00:13.00]The inmates of my cottage all at rest
[00:15.15]Have left me to that solitude which suits
[00:17.72]Abstruser musings save that at my side
[00:21.48]My cradled infant slumbers peacefully
[00:25.90]'Tis calm indeed so calm that it disturbs
[00:29.70]And vexes meditation with its strange
[00:32.12]And extreme silentness
[00:35.30]Sea hill and wood
[00:39.16]This populous village
[00:40.90]Sea and hill and wood
[00:43.59]With all the numberless goings on of life
[00:46.42]Inaudible as dreams the thin blue flame
[00:52.70]Lies on my low burnt fire and quivers not
[00:56.99]Only that film which fluttered on the grate
[00:59.18]Still flutters there the sole unquiet thing
[01:03.22]Methinks its motion in this hush of nature
[01:06.03]Gives it dim sympathies with me who live
[01:08.77]Making it a companionable form
[01:11.03]Whose puny flaps and freaks the idling Spirit
[01:14.29]By its own moods interprets every where
[01:17.63]Echo or mirror seeking of itself
[01:21.28]And makes a toy of Thought
[01:25.68]But O how oft
[01:28.01]How oft at school with most believing mind
[01:30.72]Presageful have I gazed upon the bars
[01:33.95]To watch that fluttering stranger and as oft
[01:37.04]With unclosed lids already had I dreamt
[01:39.71]Of my sweet birth place and the old church tower
[01:43.19]Whose bells the poor man's only music rang
[01:47.25]From morn to evening all the hot Fair day
[01:51.47]So sweetly that they stirred and haunted me
[01:54.52]With a wild pleasure falling on mine ear
[01:57.04]Most like articulate sounds of things to come
[02:01.54]So gazed I till the soothing things
[02:04.42]I dreamt
[02:05.08]Lulled me to sleep and sleep prolonged my dreams
[02:09.43]And so I brooded all the following morn
[02:12.10]Awed by the stern preceptor's face mine eye
[02:15.12]Fixed with mock study on my swimming book
[02:18.13]Save if the door half opened and
[02:20.10]I snatched
[02:20.52]A hasty glance and still my heart leaped up
[02:23.40]For still I hoped to see the stranger's face
[02:26.51]Townsman or aunt or sister more beloved
[02:29.23]My play mate when we both were clothed alike
[02:33.15]Dear Babe that sleepest cradled by my side
[02:37.58]Whose gentle breathings heard in this deep calm
[02:40.60]Fill up the interspersed vacancies
[02:43.24]And momentary pauses of the thought
[02:46.30]My babe so beautiful it thrills my heart
[02:50.01]With tender gladness thus to look at thee
[02:52.52]And think that thou shall learn far other lore
[02:55.92]And in far other scenes
[02:58.86]For I was reared
[02:59.82]In the great city pent 'mid cloisters dim
[03:02.73]And saw nought lovely but the sky and stars
[03:07.19]But thou my babe shalt wander like a breeze
[03:10.01]By lakes and sandy shores beneath the crags
[03:13.53]Of ancient mountain and beneath the clouds
[03:16.16]Which image in their bulk both lakes and shores
[03:23.52]The lovely shapes and sounds intelligible
[03:26.29]Of that eternal language which thy God
[03:29.10]Utters who from eternity doth teach
[03:31.18]Himself in all and all things in himself
[03:35.38]Great universal Teacher he shall mould
[03:38.72]Thy spirit and by giving make it ask
[03:44.95]Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee
[03:49.26]Whether the summer clothe the general earth
[03:51.52]With greenness or the redbreast sit and sing
[03:54.29]Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch
[03:56.66]Of mossy apple tree while the nigh thatch
[03:59.37]Smokes in the sun thaw
[04:01.08]Whether the eave drops fall
[04:02.59]Heard only in the trances of the blast
[04:06.07]Or if the secret ministry of frost
[04:08.61]Shall hang them up in silent icicles
[04:11.98]Quietly shining to the quiet Moon
