《The City in the Sea》歌词

[00:00:00] The City in the Sea - Basil Rathbone/Edgar Allan Poe

[00:00:01] Lo Death has reared himself a throne

[00:00:06] In a strange city lying alone

[00:00:10] Far down within the dim West

[00:00:13] Where the good and the bad

[00:00:16] And the worst and the best

[00:00:19] Have gone to their eternal rest

[00:00:23] There shrines and palaces and towers

[00:00:27] Time-eaten towers that tremble not

[00:00:31] Resemble nothing that is ours

[00:00:34] Around by lifting winds forgot

[00:00:37] Resignedly beneath the sky

[00:00:39] The melancholy waters lie

[00:00:43] No rays from the holy heaven come down

[00:00:45] On the long night-time of that town;

[00:00:48] But light from out the lurid sea

[00:00:50] Streams up the turrets silently

[00:00:54] Gleams up the pinnacles far and free

[00:00:57] Up domes- up spires up kingly halls

[00:01:03] Up fanes- up Babylon like walls

[00:01:07] Up shadowy long-forgotten bowers

[00:01:09] Of sculptured ivy and stone flowers

[00:01:13] Up many and many a marvellous shrine

[00:01:16] Whose wreathed friezes intertwine

[00:01:18] The viol the violet and the vine

[00:01:22] Resignedly beneath the sky

[00:01:26] The melancholy waters lie

[00:01:29] So blend the turrets and shadows there

[00:01:33] That all seem pendulous in air

[00:01:38] While from a proud tower in the town

[00:01:44] Death looks gigantically down

[00:01:47] There open fanes and gaping graves

[00:01:50] Yawn level with the luminous waves;

[00:01:53] But not the riches there that lie

[00:01:55] In each idol's diamond eye

[00:01:57] Not the gaily-jewelled dead

[00:01:59] Tempt the waters from their bed;

[00:02:03] For no ripples curl alas

[00:02:06] Along that wilderness of glass-

[00:02:10] No swellings tell that winds may be

[00:02:14] Upon some far-off happier sea

[00:02:17] No heavings hint that winds have been

[00:02:19] On seas less hideously serene

[00:02:24] But lo a stir is in the air

[00:02:27] The wave- there is a movement there

[00:02:30] As if the towers had thrust aside

[00:02:32] In slightly sinking the dull tide

[00:02:35] As if their tops had feebly given

[00:02:36] A void within the filmy Heaven

[00:02:40] The waves have now a redder glow

[00:02:42] The hours are breathing faint and low

[00:02:45] And when amid no earthly moans

[00:02:48] Down down that town shall settle hence

[00:02:51] Hell rising from a thousand thrones

[00:02:54] Shall do it reverence