《The Darkling Thrush》歌词

[00:00:00] The Darkling Thrush - Thomas Hardy

[00:00:04] I leant upon a coppice gate

[00:00:06] When frost was spectre gray

[00:00:08] And winters dregs made desolate

[00:00:10] The weakening eye of day

[00:00:13] The tangled bine stems scored the sky

[00:00:16] Like strings of broken lyres

[00:00:19] And all mankind that haunted nigh

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

[00:00:25] The lands sharp features seemed to be

[00:00:28] The centurys corpse outleant

[00:00:30] His crypt the cloudy canopy

[00:00:33] The wind his death lament

[00:00:36] The ancient pulse of germ and birth

[00:00:38] Was shrunken hard and dry

[00:00:41] And every spirit upon earth

[00:00:43] Seemed fervourless as I

[00:00:51] At once a voice arose among

[00:00:53] The bleak twigs overhead

[00:00:55] In a full hearted evensong

[00:00:58] Of joy illimited

[00:01:02] An aged thrush frail gaunt and small

[00:01:05] In blast beruffled plume

[00:01:08] Had chosen thus to fling his soul

[00:01:11] Upon the growing gloom

[00:01:15] So little cause for carolings

[00:01:17] Of such ecstatic sound

[00:01:20] Was written on terrestrial things

[00:01:22] Afar or nigh around

[00:01:25] That I could think there trembled through

[00:01:27] His happy good night air

[00:01:29] Some blessed hope whereof he knew

[00:01:32] And I was unaware