《Frost at Midnight by Samuel Taylor Coleridge》歌词

歌曲： Frost at Midnight by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

所属专辑：Poetry of the British Isles

歌手： Richard Burton

时长： 04:19

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Frost at Midnight by Samuel Taylor Coleridge - Richard Burton[00:00:00]

The Frost performs it's secret ministry[00:00:00]

Unhelped by any wind[00:00:03]

The owlet's cry[00:00:06]

Came loud and hark again loud as before[00:00:07]

The inmates of my cottage all at rest[00:00:13]

Have left me to that solitude which suits[00:00:15]

Abstruser musings save that at my side[00:00:17]

My cradled infant slumbers peacefully[00:00:21]

'Tis calm indeed so calm that it disturbs[00:00:25]

And vexes meditation with its strange[00:00:29]

And extreme silentness[00:00:32]

Sea hill and wood[00:00:35]

This populous village[00:00:39]

Sea and hill and wood[00:00:40]

With all the numberless goings on of life[00:00:43]

Inaudible as dreams the thin blue flame[00:00:46]

Lies on my low burnt fire and quivers not[00:00:52]

Only that film which fluttered on the grate[00:00:56]

Still flutters there the sole unquiet thing[00:00:59]

Methinks its motion in this hush of nature[00:01:03]

Gives it dim sympathies with me who live[00:01:06]

Making it a companionable form[00:01:08]

Whose puny flaps and freaks the idling Spirit[00:01:11]

By its own moods interprets every where[00:01:14]

Echo or mirror seeking of itself[00:01:17]

And makes a toy of Thought[00:01:21]

But O how oft[00:01:25]

How oft at school with most believing mind[00:01:28]

Presageful have I gazed upon the bars[00:01:30]

To watch that fluttering stranger and as oft[00:01:33]

With unclosed lids already had I dreamt[00:01:37]

Of my sweet birth place and the old church tower[00:01:39]

Whose bells the poor man's only music rang[00:01:43]

From morn to evening all the hot Fair day[00:01:47]

So sweetly that they stirred and haunted me[00:01:51]

With a wild pleasure falling on mine ear[00:01:54]

Most like articulate sounds of things to come[00:01:57]

So gazed I till the soothing things[00:02:01]

I dreamt[00:02:04]

Lulled me to sleep and sleep prolonged my dreams[00:02:05]

And so I brooded all the following morn[00:02:09]

Awed by the stern preceptor's face mine eye[00:02:12]

Fixed with mock study on my swimming book[00:02:15]

Save if the door half opened and[00:02:18]

I snatched[00:02:20]

A hasty glance and still my heart leaped up[00:02:20]

For still I hoped to see the stranger's face[00:02:23]

Townsman or aunt or sister more beloved[00:02:26]

My play mate when we both were clothed alike[00:02:29]

Dear Babe that sleepest cradled by my side[00:02:33]

Whose gentle breathings heard in this deep calm[00:02:37]

Fill up the interspersed vacancies[00:02:40]

And momentary pauses of the thought[00:02:43]

My babe so beautiful it thrills my heart[00:02:46]

With tender gladness thus to look at thee[00:02:50]

And think that thou shall learn far other lore[00:02:52]

And in far other scenes[00:02:55]

For I was reared[00:02:58]

In the great city pent 'mid cloisters dim[00:02:59]

And saw nought lovely but the sky and stars[00:03:02]

But thou my babe shalt wander like a breeze[00:03:07]

By lakes and sandy shores beneath the crags[00:03:10]

Of ancient mountain and beneath the clouds[00:03:13]

Which image in their bulk both lakes and shores[00:03:16]

And mountain crags: so shalt thou see and hear[00:03:18]

The lovely shapes and sounds intelligible[00:03:23]

Of that eternal language which thy God[00:03:26]

Utters who from eternity doth teach[00:03:29]

Himself in all and all things in himself[00:03:31]

Great universal Teacher he shall mould[00:03:35]

Thy spirit and by giving make it ask[00:03:38]

Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee[00:03:44]

Whether the summer clothe the general earth[00:03:49]

With greenness or the redbreast sit and sing[00:03:51]

Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch[00:03:54]

Of mossy apple tree while the nigh thatch[00:03:56]

Smokes in the sun thaw[00:03:59]

Whether the eave drops fall[00:04:01]

Heard only in the trances of the blast[00:04:02]

Or if the secret ministry of frost[00:04:06]

Shall hang them up in silent icicles[00:04:08]

Quietly shining to the quiet Moon[00:04:11]