《The Darkling Thrush By Thomas Hardy》歌词

[00:00:00] The Darkling Thrush By Thomas Hardy - Ghizela Rowe

[00:00:02] The Darkling Thrush By Thomas Hardy

[00:00:05] I leant upon a coppice gate

[00:00:07] When Frost was spectre-grey

[00:00:09] And Winter's dregs made desolate

[00:00:12] The weakening eye of day

[00:00:14] The tangled bine-stems scored the sky

[00:00:17] Like strings of broken lyres

[00:00:20] And all mankind that haunted nigh

[00:00:22] Had sought their household fires

[00:00:25] The land's sharp features seemed to be

[00:00:27] The Century's corpse outleant

[00:00:29] His crypt the cloudy canopy

[00:00:32] The wind his death-lament

[00:00:34] The ancient pulse of germ and birth

[00:00:37] Was shrunken hard and dry

[00:00:39] And every spirit upon the earth

[00:00:41] Seemed fervourless as I

[00:00:43] At once a voice arose among

[00:00:45] The bleak twigs overhead

[00:00:47] In a full-hearted evensong

[00:00:49] Of joy illimited

[00:00:51] An aged thrush frail gaunt and small

[00:00:55] With blast-beruffled plume

[00:00:57] Had chosen thus to fling his soul

[00:00:59] Upon the growing gloom

[00:01:01] So little cause for carolings

[00:01:03] Of such ecstatic sound

[00:01:05] Was written on terrestrial things

[00:01:07] Afar or nigh around

[00:01:10] That I could think there trembled through

[00:01:12] His happy good-night air

[00:01:14] Some blessed Hope

[00:01:16] Whereof he knew

[00:01:18] And I was unaware