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《Sea Pictures Op. 37 : V. The Swimmer(A. Lindsay Gordon)(2004 Remastered Version)》歌词

Sea Pictures Op. 37 : V. The Swimmer(A. Lindsay Gordon)(2004 Remastered Version)

[00:00:22] With short, sharp violent lights made vivid,

[00:00:29] To southward far as the sight can roam,

[00:00:35] Only the swirl of the surges livid,

[00:00:40] The seas that climb and the surfs that comb.

[00:00:45] Only the crag and the cliff to nor'ward,

[00:00:49] The rocks receding, and reefs flung forward,

[00:00:54] Waifs wreck'd seaward and wasted shoreward,

[00:01:00] On shallows sheeted with flaming foam.

[00:01:16] A grim, gray coast and a seaboard ghastly,

[00:01:21] And shores trod seldom by feet of men -

[00:01:26] Where the batter'd hull and the broken mast lie,

[00:01:31] They have lain embedded these long years ten.

[00:01:40] Love! Love! when we wandered here together,

[00:01:51] Hand in hand! Hand in hand through the sparkling weather,

[00:02:01] From the heights and hollows of fern and heather,

[00:02:18] God surely loved us a little then.

[00:02:34] The skies were fairer, the shores were firmer -

[00:02:41] The blue sea over the bright sand roll'd;

[00:02:49] Babble and prattle, and ripple and murmur,

[00:02:58] Sheen of silver and glamour of gold.

[00:03:09] Sheen of silver and glamour of gold.

[00:03:31] So, girt with tempest and wing'd with thunder

[00:03:38] And clad with lightning and shod with sleet,

[00:03:44] And strong winds treading the swift waves under

[00:03:49] The flying rollers with frothy feet.

[00:03:54] One gleam like a bloodshot sword-blade swims on

[00:03:59] The sky line, staining the green gulf crimson,

[00:04:03] A death-stroke fiercely dealt by a dim sun

[00:04:09] That strikes through his stormy winding sheet.

[00:04:21] O brave white horses! you gather and gallop,

[00:04:26] The storm sprite loosens the gusty rains;

[00:04:30] O brave white horses! you gather and gallop,

[00:04:35] The storm sprite loosens the gusty rains;

[00:04:41] Now the stoutest ship were the frailest shallop

[00:04:47] In your hollow backs, on your high-arched manes.

[00:04:52] I would ride as never man has ridden

[00:04:57] In your sleepy, swirling surges hidden;

[00:05:07] I would ride as never man has ridden

[00:05:15] To gulfs foreshadow'd through strifes forbidden,

[00:05:21] Where no light wearies and no love wanes.

[00:05:30] No love,

[00:05:32] Where no love, no love wanes.

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