《The Souls of the Slain》歌词

歌曲： The Souls of the Slain

所属专辑：The Very Best of Thomas Hardy

歌手： Richard Burton

时长： 04:19

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The Souls of the Slain - Richard Burton[00:00:00]

The thick lids of Night closed upon me[00:00:01]

Alone at the Bill[00:00:03]

Of the Isle by the Race[00:00:05]

Many caverned bald wrinkled of face[00:00:07]

And with darkness and silence the spirit was on me[00:00:11]

To brood and be still[00:00:15]

No wind fanned the flats of the ocean[00:00:18]

Or promontory sides[00:00:22]

Or the ooze by the strand[00:00:24]

Or the bent bearded slope of the land[00:00:26]

Whose base took it's rest amid everlong motion[00:00:29]

Of criss crossing tides[00:00:32]

Soon from out of the Southward seemed nearing[00:00:36]

A whirr as of wings[00:00:38]

Waved by mighty vanned flies[00:00:40]

Or by night moths of measureless size[00:00:42]

And in softness and smoothness well nigh beyond hearing[00:00:45]

Of corporal things[00:00:50]

And they bore to the bluff and alighted[00:00:54]

A dim discerned train[00:00:57]

Of sprites without mould[00:00:58]

Frameless souls none might touch or might hold[00:01:00]

On the ledge by the turreted lantern farsighted[00:01:03]

By men of the main[00:01:06]

And I heard them say[00:01:09]

Home and I knew them[00:01:10]

For souls of the felled[00:01:13]

On the earth's nether bord[00:01:14]

Under Capricorn whither they'd warred[00:01:16]

And I neared in my awe[00:01:18]

And gave heedfulness to them[00:01:20]

With breathings inheld[00:01:23]

Then it seemed[00:01:26]

There approached from the northward[00:01:26]

A senior soul flame[00:01:27]

Of the like filmy hue[00:01:29]

And he met them and spake[00:01:32]

Is it you[00:01:33]

O my men[00:01:34]

Said they[00:01:36]

Aye We bear homeward and hearthward[00:01:36]

To list to our fame[00:01:39]

I've flown there before you he said then[00:01:42]

Your households are well[00:01:45]

But your kin linger less[00:01:46]

On your glory arid war mightiness[00:01:50]

Than on dearer things[00:01:52]

Dearer cried these from the dead then[00:01:55]

Of what do they tell[00:01:57]

Some mothers muse sadly and murmur[00:02:00]

Your doings as boys[00:02:02]

Recall the quaint ways[00:02:04]

Of your babyhood's innocent days[00:02:06]

Some pray that ere dying[00:02:08]

Your faith had grown firmer[00:02:10]

And higher your joys[00:02:13]

A father broods Would I had set him[00:02:16]

To some humble trade[00:02:19]

And so slacked his high fire[00:02:20]

And his passionate martial desire[00:02:22]

Had told him no stories to woo him and whet him[00:02:24]

To this due crusade[00:02:27]

And General how hold out our sweethearts[00:02:31]

Sworn loyal as doves[00:02:33]

Many mourn; many think[00:02:36]

It is not unattractive to prink[00:02:37]

Them in sables for heroes[00:02:39]

Some fickle and fleet hearts[00:02:42]

Have found them new loves[00:02:44]

And our wives quoth another resignedly[00:02:47]

Dwell they on our deeds[00:02:50]

Deeds of home; that live yet[00:02:53]

Fresh as new deeds of fondness or fret[00:02:55]

Ancient words that were kindly expressed or unkindly[00:02:58]

These these have their heeds[00:03:02]

Alas then it seems that our glory[00:03:06]

Weighs less in their thought[00:03:08]

Than our old homely acts[00:03:09]

And the long ago commonplace facts[00:03:11]

Of our lives held by us as scarce part of our story[00:03:13]

And rated as nought[00:03:16]

Then bitterly some[00:03:19]

Was it wise now[00:03:20]

To raise the tomb door[00:03:21]

For such knowledge Away[00:03:22]

But the rest[00:03:25]

Fame we prized till today[00:03:26]

Yet that hearts keep us green for[00:03:28]

Old kindness we prize now[00:03:30]

A thousand times more[00:03:32]

Thus speaking the trooped apparitions[00:03:35]

Began to disband[00:03:37]

And resolve them in two[00:03:38]

Those whose record was lovely and true[00:03:40]

Bore to northward for home[00:03:42]

Those of bitter traditions[00:03:43]

Again left the land[00:03:45]

And towering to seaward in legions[00:03:46]

They paused at a spot[00:03:48]

Overbending the Race[00:03:49]

That engulphing ghast sinister place[00:03:51]

Whither headlong they plunged[00:03:53]

To the fathomless regions[00:03:55]

Of myriads forgot[00:03:57]

And the spirits of those who were homing[00:03:58]

Passed on rushingly[00:04:00]

Like the Pentecost Wind[00:04:02]

And the whirr of their wayfaring thinned[00:04:04]

And surceased on the sky[00:04:08]

And but left in the gloaming[00:04:11]

Sea mutterings and me[00:04:14]