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The thick lids of Night closed upon me
Alone at the Bill
Of the Isle by the Race
Many caverned bald wrinkled of face
And with darkness and silence the spirit was on me
To brood and be still
No wind fanned the flats of the ocean
Or promontory sides
Or the ooze by the strand
Or the bent bearded slope of the land
Whose base took it's rest amid everlong motion
Of criss crossing tides
Soon from out of the Southward seemed nearing
A whirr as of wings
Waved by mighty vanned flies
Or by night moths of measureless size
And in softness and smoothness well nigh beyond hearing
Of corporal things
And they bore to the bluff and alighted
A dim discerned train
Of sprites without mould
Frameless souls none might touch or might hold
On the ledge by the turreted lantern farsighted
By men of the main
And I heard them say
Home and I knew them
For souls of the felled
On the earth's nether bord
Under Capricorn whither they'd warred
And I neared in my awe
And gave heedfulness to them
With breathings inheld
Then it seemed
There approached from the northward
A senior soul flame
Of the like filmy hue
And he met them and spake
Is it you
O my men
Said they
Aye We bear homeward and hearthward
To list to our fame
I've flown there before you he said then
Your households are well
But your kin linger less
On your glory arid war mightiness
Than on dearer things
Dearer cried these from the dead then
Of what do they tell
Some mothers muse sadly and murmur
Your doings as boys
Recall the quaint ways
Of your babyhood's innocent days
Some pray that ere dying
Your faith had grown firmer
And higher your joys
A father broods Would I had set him
To some humble trade
And so slacked his high fire
And his passionate martial desire
Had told him no stories to woo him and whet him
To this due crusade
And General how hold out our sweethearts
Sworn loyal as doves
Many mourn; many think
It is not unattractive to prink
Them in sables for heroes
Some fickle and fleet hearts
Have found them new loves
And our wives quoth another resignedly
Dwell they on our deeds
Deeds of home; that live yet
Fresh as new deeds of fondness or fret
Ancient words that were kindly expressed or unkindly
These these have their heeds
Alas then it seems that our glory
Weighs less in their thought
Than our old homely acts
And the long ago commonplace facts
Of our lives held by us as scarce part of our story
And rated as nought
Then bitterly some
Was it wise now
To raise the tomb door
For such knowledge Away
But the rest
Fame we prized till today
Yet that hearts keep us green for
Old kindness we prize now
A thousand times more
Thus speaking the trooped apparitions
Began to disband
And resolve them in two
Those whose record was lovely and true
Bore to northward for home
Those of bitter traditions
Again left the land
And towering to seaward in legions
They paused at a spot
Overbending the Race
That engulphing ghast sinister place
Whither headlong they plunged
To the fathomless regions
Of myriads forgot
And the spirits of those who were homing
Passed on rushingly
Like the Pentecost Wind
And the whirr of their wayfaring thinned
And surceased on the sky
And but left in the gloaming
Sea mutterings and me
- 1 Richard Burton
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[00:00.00]90听音乐网 www.90T8.com[00:01.06]The thick lids of Night closed upon me
[00:03.68]Alone at the Bill
[00:05.34]Of the Isle by the Race
[00:07.49]Many caverned bald wrinkled of face
[00:11.24]And with darkness and silence the spirit was on me
[00:15.20]To brood and be still
[00:18.71]No wind fanned the flats of the ocean
[00:22.20]Or promontory sides
[00:24.11]Or the ooze by the strand
[00:26.17]Or the bent bearded slope of the land
[00:29.15]Whose base took it's rest amid everlong motion
[00:32.90]Of criss crossing tides
[00:36.12]Soon from out of the Southward seemed nearing
[00:38.33]A whirr as of wings
[00:40.45]Waved by mighty vanned flies
[00:42.49]Or by night moths of measureless size
[00:45.45]And in softness and smoothness well nigh beyond hearing
[00:50.30]Of corporal things
[00:54.41]And they bore to the bluff and alighted
[00:57.24]A dim discerned train
[00:58.90]Of sprites without mould
[01:00.84]Frameless souls none might touch or might hold
[01:03.50]On the ledge by the turreted lantern farsighted
[01:06.79]By men of the main
[01:09.04]And I heard them say
[01:10.39]Home and I knew them
[01:13.30]For souls of the felled
[01:14.56]On the earth's nether bord
[01:16.14]Under Capricorn whither they'd warred
[01:18.16]And I neared in my awe
[01:20.86]And gave heedfulness to them
[01:23.04]With breathings inheld
[01:26.20]Then it seemed
[01:26.82]There approached from the northward
[01:27.80]A senior soul flame
[01:29.77]Of the like filmy hue
[01:32.01]And he met them and spake
[01:33.95]Is it you
[01:34.96]O my men
[01:36.09]Said they
[01:36.72]Aye We bear homeward and hearthward
[01:39.54]To list to our fame
[01:42.69]I've flown there before you he said then
[01:45.44]Your households are well
[01:46.87]But your kin linger less
[01:50.49]On your glory arid war mightiness
[01:52.58]Than on dearer things
[01:55.24]Dearer cried these from the dead then
[01:57.44]Of what do they tell
[02:00.47]Some mothers muse sadly and murmur
[02:02.32]Your doings as boys
[02:04.72]Recall the quaint ways
[02:06.00]Of your babyhood's innocent days
[02:08.44]Some pray that ere dying
[02:10.79]Your faith had grown firmer
[02:13.55]And higher your joys
[02:16.84]A father broods Would I had set him
[02:19.05]To some humble trade
[02:20.80]And so slacked his high fire
[02:22.55]And his passionate martial desire
[02:24.95]Had told him no stories to woo him and whet him
[02:27.76]To this due crusade
[02:31.14]And General how hold out our sweethearts
[02:33.22]Sworn loyal as doves
[02:36.02]Many mourn; many think
[02:37.58]It is not unattractive to prink
[02:39.27]Them in sables for heroes
[02:42.54]Some fickle and fleet hearts
[02:44.49]Have found them new loves
[02:47.76]And our wives quoth another resignedly
[02:50.64]Dwell they on our deeds
[02:53.30]Deeds of home; that live yet
[02:55.46]Fresh as new deeds of fondness or fret
[02:58.15]Ancient words that were kindly expressed or unkindly
[03:02.33]These these have their heeds
[03:06.87]Alas then it seems that our glory
[03:08.69]Weighs less in their thought
[03:09.94]Than our old homely acts
[03:11.19]And the long ago commonplace facts
[03:13.09]Of our lives held by us as scarce part of our story
[03:16.29]And rated as nought
[03:19.03]Then bitterly some
[03:20.73]Was it wise now
[03:21.50]To raise the tomb door
[03:22.64]For such knowledge Away
[03:25.57]But the rest
[03:26.84]Fame we prized till today
[03:28.95]Yet that hearts keep us green for
[03:30.76]Old kindness we prize now
[03:32.87]A thousand times more
[03:35.90]Thus speaking the trooped apparitions
[03:37.53]Began to disband
[03:38.84]And resolve them in two
[03:40.44]Those whose record was lovely and true
[03:42.09]Bore to northward for home
[03:43.56]Those of bitter traditions
[03:45.07]Again left the land
[03:46.74]And towering to seaward in legions
[03:48.67]They paused at a spot
[03:49.97]Overbending the Race
[03:51.24]That engulphing ghast sinister place
[03:53.86]Whither headlong they plunged
[03:55.34]To the fathomless regions
[03:57.01]Of myriads forgot
[03:58.61]And the spirits of those who were homing
[04:00.54]Passed on rushingly
[04:02.04]Like the Pentecost Wind
[04:04.96]And the whirr of their wayfaring thinned
[04:08.25]And surceased on the sky
[04:11.27]And but left in the gloaming
[04:14.28]Sea mutterings and me
