The Sleeper
- from Dead Lovers' Sarabande, face one; SOPOR AETERNUS（永恆沈睡）
At midnight, in the month of June,
I stand beneath the mystic moon.
An opiate vapor, dewy, dim,
Exhales from out her golden rim,
And, softly dripping, drop by drop,
Upon the quiet mountain top,
Steals drowsily and musically
Into the universal valley.
The rosemary nods upon the grave;
The lily lolls upon the wave;
Wrapping the fog about its breast,
The ruin molders into rest;
Looking like Lethe, see! the lake
A conscious slumber seems to take,
And would not, for the world, awake.
And would, for the world, awake.
All Beauty sleeps!- and lo! where lies
is casement opened to the sky
Irene, with her Destinies!
O, lover[lady] bright! can it be right-
This window open to the night?
The wanton airs, from the tree-top,
Laughingly through the lattice drop-
The bodiless airs, a wizard rout,
Flit through thy chamber in and out,
And wave the curtain canopy
So fitfully- so carefully[fearfully]-
Above the closed and fringed lid
'Neath which thy slumb'ring soul lies hid,
That, o'er the floor and down the wall,
Like ghosts the shadows rise and fall!
Oh, lover[lady] dear, hast thou no fear?
Why and what art thou dreaming here?
Sure thou art come O'er far-off seas,
A wonder to these garden trees!
Strange is thy pallor! strange thy dress,
Strange, above all, thy length of tress,
And this, all this,
And this all solemn silentness!
My lover[The lady] sleeps! Oh, may he[her] sleep,
Which is enduring, so be deep!
Heaven may have him[her] in his[its] sacred keep!
This chamber changed for one more holy,
This bed for one more melancholy,
I pray to Satan[God] that he[she] may lie
For ever with unopened eye,
While the pale sheeted ghosts go by!
My love, he[she] sleeps! Oh, may he[her] sleep
As it is lasting, so be deep!
Soft may the worms about him[her] creep!
Far in the forest, dim and old,
For he[her] may some tall vault unfold-
Some vault that oft has flung its black
And winged panels fluttering back,
Triumphant, o'er the crested palls,
Of his[her] grand family funerals-
Some sepulchre, remote, alone,
Against whose portal he[she] hath thrown,
In childhood, many an idle stone-
Some tomb from out whose sounding door
We[She] ne'er shall force an echo more,
Thrilling to think, poor child of sin!
It was the dead who groaned within.
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這首歌的歌詞改自Edgar Allan Poe的詩。
是的，改自。並不是完全一樣——但是很遺憾的，我在網路上找到的都是原詩，根本就不是歌詞。沒辦法，只好憑著聽力和超貧脊的英語字彙量，努力拼湊可能的字句。
紅字都是改動或是加入的部份（對，居然有整句歌詞要加入⋯⋯我只能說，我已經盡力了 囧），原詞附註在後面的[]裡面，歡迎指正。
P.S. 至於斜體部份⋯⋯我只能說，我無能為力了 囧
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- from Dead Lovers' Sarabande, face one; SOPOR AETERNUS（永恆沈睡）
At midnight, in the month of June,
I stand beneath the mystic moon.
An opiate vapor, dewy, dim,
Exhales from out her golden rim,
And, softly dripping, drop by drop,
Upon the quiet mountain top,
Steals drowsily and musically
Into the universal valley.
The rosemary nods upon the grave;
The lily lolls upon the wave;
Wrapping the fog about its breast,
The ruin molders into rest;
Looking like Lethe, see! the lake
A conscious slumber seems to take,
And would not, for the world, awake.
And would, for the world, awake.
All Beauty sleeps!- and lo! where lies
is casement opened to the sky
Irene, with her Destinies!
O, lover[lady] bright! can it be right-
This window open to the night?
The wanton airs, from the tree-top,
Laughingly through the lattice drop-
The bodiless airs, a wizard rout,
Flit through thy chamber in and out,
And wave the curtain canopy
So fitfully- so carefully[fearfully]-
Above the closed and fringed lid
'Neath which thy slumb'ring soul lies hid,
That, o'er the floor and down the wall,
Like ghosts the shadows rise and fall!
Oh, lover[lady] dear, hast thou no fear?
Why and what art thou dreaming here?
Sure thou art come O'er far-off seas,
A wonder to these garden trees!
Strange is thy pallor! strange thy dress,
Strange, above all, thy length of tress,
And this, all this,
And this all solemn silentness!
My lover[The lady] sleeps! Oh, may he[her] sleep,
Which is enduring, so be deep!
Heaven may have him[her] in his[its] sacred keep!
This chamber changed for one more holy,
This bed for one more melancholy,
I pray to Satan[God] that he[she] may lie
For ever with unopened eye,
While the pale sheeted ghosts go by!
My love, he[she] sleeps! Oh, may he[her] sleep
As it is lasting, so be deep!
Soft may the worms about him[her] creep!
Far in the forest, dim and old,
For he[her] may some tall vault unfold-
Some vault that oft has flung its black
And winged panels fluttering back,
Triumphant, o'er the crested palls,
Of his[her] grand family funerals-
Some sepulchre, remote, alone,
Against whose portal he[she] hath thrown,
In childhood, many an idle stone-
Some tomb from out whose sounding door
We[She] ne'er shall force an echo more,
Thrilling to think, poor child of sin!
It was the dead who groaned within.
這首歌的歌詞改自Edgar Allan Poe的詩。
是的，改自。並不是完全一樣——但是很遺憾的，我在網路上找到的都是原詩，根本就不是歌詞。沒辦法，只好憑著聽力和超貧脊的英語字彙量，努力拼湊可能的字句。
紅字都是改動或是加入的部份（對，居然有整句歌詞要加入⋯⋯我只能說，我已經盡力了 囧），原詞附註在後面的[]裡面，歡迎指正。
P.S. 至於斜體部份⋯⋯我只能說，我無能為力了 囧
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