作曲 : Benjamin Britten
On a poet's lips I slept
Dreaming like a love-adept
In the sound his breathing kept;
Nor seeks nor finds he mortal blisses,
But feeds on the a?rial kisses
Of shapes that haunt thought's wildernesses.
He will watch from dawn to gloom
The lake-reflected sun illume
The yellow bees in the ivy-bloom,
Nor heed nor see what things they be;
But from these create he can
Forms more real than living man,
Nurslings of immortality!
[00:00.00] 作曲 : Benjamin Britten
[00:09.06]On a poet's lips I slept
[00:22.29]Dreaming like a love-adept
[00:28.60]In the sound his breathing kept;
[00:37.62]Nor seeks nor finds he mortal blisses,
[00:45.13]But feeds on the a?rial kisses
[00:50.38]Of shapes that haunt thought's wildernesses.
[01:14.66]He will watch from dawn to gloom
[01:23.20]The lake-reflected sun illume
[01:32.58]The yellow bees in the ivy-bloom,
[01:42.61]Nor heed nor see what things they be;
[02:08.46]But from these create he can
[02:23.12]Forms more real than living man,
[02:43.29]Nurslings of immortality!