所属专辑:Poetica
时长: 05:50
Lo! 'tis a gala night[00:00:20]
Within the lonesome latter years![00:00:24]
An angel throng, bewinged, bedight[00:00:29]
In veils, and drowned in tears,[00:00:34]
Sit in a theatre, to see[00:00:40]
A play of hopes and fears,[00:00:44]
While the orchestra breathes fitfully[00:00:50]
The music of the spheres.[00:00:56]
Mimes, in the form of God on high,[00:01:21]
Mutter and mumble low,[00:01:26]
And hither and thither fly -[00:01:31]
Mere puppets they, who come and go[00:01:36]
At bidding of vast formless things[00:01:41]
That shift the scenery to and fro,[00:01:45]
Flapping from out their Condor wings[00:01:51]
Invisible Woe![00:01:58]
That motley drama - oh, be sure[00:02:01]
It shall not be forgot![00:02:06]
With its Phantom chased for evermore,[00:02:10]
By a crowd that seize it not,[00:02:14]
Through a circle that ever returneth in[00:02:20]
To the self-same spot,[00:02:25]
And much of Madness, and more of Sin,[00:02:29]
And Horror the soul of the plot.[00:02:35]
And much of Madness, and more of Sin,[00:02:40]
And Horror the soul of the plot.[00:02:45]
But see, amid the mimic rout[00:03:11]
A crawling shape intrude![00:03:16]
A blood-red thing that writhes from out[00:03:21]
The scenic solitude![00:03:26]
It writhes! - it writhes! - with mortal pangs[00:03:31]
The mimes become its food,[00:03:35]
And seraphs sob at vermin fangs[00:03:40]
In human gore imbued.[00:03:45]
Out - out are the lights - out all![00:04:15]
And, over each quivering form,[00:04:19]
The curtain, a funeral pall,[00:04:24]
Comes down with the rush of a storm,[00:04:29]
While the angels, all pallid and wan,[00:04:34]
Uprising, unveiling, affirm[00:04:39]
That the play is the tragedy, "Man,"[00:04:43]
And its hero the Conqueror Worm.[00:04:48]