《Pleasure’s Past》歌词

[00:00:00] Pleasure's Past - Richard Mitchley

[00:00:01] Pleasure's Past by John Clare

[00:00:05] Spring's sweets they are not fled though Summer's blossom

[00:00:09] Has met it's blight of sadness drooping low;

[00:00:13] Still flowers gone by find beds in memory's bosom

[00:00:17] Life's nursling buds among the weeds of woe

[00:00:21] Each pleasing token of Spring's early morning

[00:00:24] Warms with the pleasures which we once did know;

[00:00:27] Each little stem the leafy bank adorning

[00:00:30] Reminds of joys from infancy that flow

[00:00:34] Spring's early heralds on the winter smiling

[00:00:37] That often on their errands meet their doom

[00:00:40] Primrose and daisy dreary hours beguiling

[00:00:43] Smile o'er my pleasures past whene'er they come;

[00:00:46] And the speckt throstle never wakes his song

[00:00:49] But Life's past Spring seems melting from his tongue