《The Souls of the Slain》歌词

[00:00:00] The Souls of the Slain - Richard Burton

[00:00:01] The thick lids of Night closed upon me

[00:00:03] Alone at the Bill

[00:00:05] Of the Isle by the Race

[00:00:07] Many caverned bald wrinkled of face

[00:00:11] And with darkness and silence the spirit was on me

[00:00:15] To brood and be still

[00:00:18] No wind fanned the flats of the ocean

[00:00:22] Or promontory sides

[00:00:24] Or the ooze by the strand

[00:00:26] Or the bent bearded slope of the land

[00:00:29] Whose base took it's rest amid everlong motion

[00:00:32] Of criss crossing tides

[00:00:36] Soon from out of the Southward seemed nearing

[00:00:38] A whirr as of wings

[00:00:40] Waved by mighty vanned flies

[00:00:42] Or by night moths of measureless size

[00:00:45] And in softness and smoothness well nigh beyond hearing

[00:00:50] Of corporal things

[00:00:54] And they bore to the bluff and alighted

[00:00:57] A dim discerned train

[00:00:58] Of sprites without mould

[00:01:00] Frameless souls none might touch or might hold

[00:01:03] On the ledge by the turreted lantern farsighted

[00:01:06] By men of the main

[00:01:09] And I heard them say

[00:01:10] Home and I knew them

[00:01:13] For souls of the felled

[00:01:14] On the earth's nether bord

[00:01:16] Under Capricorn whither they'd warred

[00:01:18] And I neared in my awe

[00:01:20] And gave heedfulness to them

[00:01:23] With breathings inheld

[00:01:26] Then it seemed

[00:01:26] There approached from the northward

[00:01:27] A senior soul flame

[00:01:29] Of the like filmy hue

[00:01:32] And he met them and spake

[00:01:33] Is it you

[00:01:34] O my men

[00:01:36] Said they

[00:01:36] Aye We bear homeward and hearthward

[00:01:39] To list to our fame

[00:01:42] I've flown there before you he said then

[00:01:45] Your households are well

[00:01:46] But your kin linger less

[00:01:50] On your glory arid war mightiness

[00:01:52] Than on dearer things

[00:01:55] Dearer cried these from the dead then

[00:01:57] Of what do they tell

[00:02:00] Some mothers muse sadly and murmur

[00:02:02] Your doings as boys

[00:02:04] Recall the quaint ways

[00:02:06] Of your babyhood's innocent days

[00:02:08] Some pray that ere dying

[00:02:10] Your faith had grown firmer

[00:02:13] And higher your joys

[00:02:16] A father broods Would I had set him

[00:02:19] To some humble trade

[00:02:20] And so slacked his high fire

[00:02:22] And his passionate martial desire

[00:02:24] Had told him no stories to woo him and whet him

[00:02:27] To this due crusade

[00:02:31] And General how hold out our sweethearts

[00:02:33] Sworn loyal as doves

[00:02:36] Many mourn; many think

[00:02:37] It is not unattractive to prink

[00:02:39] Them in sables for heroes

[00:02:42] Some fickle and fleet hearts

[00:02:44] Have found them new loves

[00:02:47] And our wives quoth another resignedly

[00:02:50] Dwell they on our deeds

[00:02:53] Deeds of home; that live yet

[00:02:55] Fresh as new deeds of fondness or fret

[00:02:58] Ancient words that were kindly expressed or unkindly

[00:03:02] These these have their heeds

[00:03:06] Alas then it seems that our glory

[00:03:08] Weighs less in their thought

[00:03:09] Than our old homely acts

[00:03:11] And the long ago commonplace facts

[00:03:13] Of our lives held by us as scarce part of our story

[00:03:16] And rated as nought

[00:03:19] Then bitterly some

[00:03:20] Was it wise now

[00:03:21] To raise the tomb door

[00:03:22] For such knowledge Away

[00:03:25] But the rest

[00:03:26] Fame we prized till today

[00:03:28] Yet that hearts keep us green for

[00:03:30] Old kindness we prize now

[00:03:32] A thousand times more

[00:03:35] Thus speaking the trooped apparitions

[00:03:37] Began to disband

[00:03:38] And resolve them in two

[00:03:40] Those whose record was lovely and true

[00:03:42] Bore to northward for home

[00:03:43] Those of bitter traditions

[00:03:45] Again left the land

[00:03:46] And towering to seaward in legions

[00:03:48] They paused at a spot

[00:03:49] Overbending the Race

[00:03:51] That engulphing ghast sinister place

[00:03:53] Whither headlong they plunged

[00:03:55] To the fathomless regions

[00:03:57] Of myriads forgot

[00:03:58] And the spirits of those who were homing

[00:04:00] Passed on rushingly

[00:04:02] Like the Pentecost Wind

[00:04:04] And the whirr of their wayfaring thinned

[00:04:08] And surceased on the sky

[00:04:11] And but left in the gloaming

[00:04:14] Sea mutterings and me