[00:00:00] Frost at Midnight by Samuel Taylor Coleridge - Richard Burton
[00:00:00] The Frost performs it's secret ministry
[00:00:03] Unhelped by any wind
[00:00:06] The owlet's cry
[00:00:07] Came loud and hark again loud as before
[00:00:13] The inmates of my cottage all at rest
[00:00:15] Have left me to that solitude which suits
[00:00:17] Abstruser musings save that at my side
[00:00:21] My cradled infant slumbers peacefully
[00:00:25] 'Tis calm indeed so calm that it disturbs
[00:00:29] And vexes meditation with its strange
[00:00:32] And extreme silentness
[00:00:35] Sea hill and wood
[00:00:39] This populous village
[00:00:40] Sea and hill and wood
[00:00:43] With all the numberless goings on of life
[00:00:46] Inaudible as dreams the thin blue flame
[00:00:52] Lies on my low burnt fire and quivers not
[00:00:56] Only that film which fluttered on the grate
[00:00:59] Still flutters there the sole unquiet thing
[00:01:03] Methinks its motion in this hush of nature
[00:01:06] Gives it dim sympathies with me who live
[00:01:08] Making it a companionable form
[00:01:11] Whose puny flaps and freaks the idling Spirit
[00:01:14] By its own moods interprets every where
[00:01:17] Echo or mirror seeking of itself
[00:01:21] And makes a toy of Thought
[00:01:25] But O how oft
[00:01:28] How oft at school with most believing mind
[00:01:30] Presageful have I gazed upon the bars
[00:01:33] To watch that fluttering stranger and as oft
[00:01:37] With unclosed lids already had I dreamt
[00:01:39] Of my sweet birth place and the old church tower
[00:01:43] Whose bells the poor man's only music rang
[00:01:47] From morn to evening all the hot Fair day
[00:01:51] So sweetly that they stirred and haunted me
[00:01:54] With a wild pleasure falling on mine ear
[00:01:57] Most like articulate sounds of things to come
[00:02:01] So gazed I till the soothing things
[00:02:04] I dreamt
[00:02:05] Lulled me to sleep and sleep prolonged my dreams
[00:02:09] And so I brooded all the following morn
[00:02:12] Awed by the stern preceptor's face mine eye
[00:02:15] Fixed with mock study on my swimming book
[00:02:18] Save if the door half opened and
[00:02:20] I snatched
[00:02:20] A hasty glance and still my heart leaped up
[00:02:23] For still I hoped to see the stranger's face
[00:02:26] Townsman or aunt or sister more beloved
[00:02:29] My play mate when we both were clothed alike
[00:02:33] Dear Babe that sleepest cradled by my side
[00:02:37] Whose gentle breathings heard in this deep calm
[00:02:40] Fill up the interspersed vacancies
[00:02:43] And momentary pauses of the thought
[00:02:46] My babe so beautiful it thrills my heart
[00:02:50] With tender gladness thus to look at thee
[00:02:52] And think that thou shall learn far other lore
[00:02:55] And in far other scenes
[00:02:58] For I was reared
[00:02:59] In the great city pent 'mid cloisters dim
[00:03:02] And saw nought lovely but the sky and stars
[00:03:07] But thou my babe shalt wander like a breeze
[00:03:10] By lakes and sandy shores beneath the crags
[00:03:13] Of ancient mountain and beneath the clouds
[00:03:16] Which image in their bulk both lakes and shores
[00:03:18] And mountain crags: so shalt thou see and hear
[00:03:23] The lovely shapes and sounds intelligible
[00:03:26] Of that eternal language which thy God
[00:03:29] Utters who from eternity doth teach
[00:03:31] Himself in all and all things in himself
[00:03:35] Great universal Teacher he shall mould
[00:03:38] Thy spirit and by giving make it ask
[00:03:44] Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee
[00:03:49] Whether the summer clothe the general earth
[00:03:51] With greenness or the redbreast sit and sing
[00:03:54] Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch
[00:03:56] Of mossy apple tree while the nigh thatch
[00:03:59] Smokes in the sun thaw
[00:04:01] Whether the eave drops fall
[00:04:02] Heard only in the trances of the blast
[00:04:06] Or if the secret ministry of frost
[00:04:08] Shall hang them up in silent icicles
[00:04:11] Quietly shining to the quiet Moon
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