所属专辑:Britten conducts Britten Vol.4
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she sleeps on soft, last breaths; but no ghost looms[00:00:28]
out of the stillness of her palace wall,[00:00:39]
her wall of boys on boys and dooms on dooms.[00:00:50]
she dreams of golden gardens and sweet glooms,[00:01:08]
not marvelling why her roses never fall[00:01:23]
nor what red mouths were torn to make their blooms.[00:01:36]
the shades keep down which well might roam her hall.[00:01:59]
quiet their blood lies in her crimson rooms[00:02:09]
and she is not afraid of their footfall.[00:02:24]
they move not from her tapestries, their pall,[00:02:48]
nor pace her terraces, their hecatombs,[00:02:59]
lest aught she be disturbed, or grieved at all.[00:03:13]