[00:00.000] 作词 : Edgar Allan Poe
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Anna-Varney Cantodea
[00:54.983]At midnight, in the month of June,
[01:01.569]I stand beneath the mystic moon.
[01:07.904]An opiate vapor, dewy, dim,
[01:14.351]Exhales from out her golden rim,
[01:20.581]And, softly dripping,drop by drop,
[01:27.207]Upon the quiet mountain top,
[01:33.517]Steals drowsily and musically
[01:39.773]Into the universal valley,
[01:46.254]The rosemary nods upon the grave;
[01:52.710]The lily lolls upon the wave;
[01:59.221]Wrapping the fog about its breast,
[02:05.497]The ruin molders into rest;
[02:11.991]Looking like Lethe,see! the lake
[02:18.277]A conscious slumber seems to take,
[02:24.623]And would not, for the world,awake.
[02:30.974]And would not,for the world,awake.
[02:37.495]All beauty sleeps!-and lo!where lies
[02:43.745]His casement open to the skies
[02:52.73]Irene and his Destinies!
[03:03.401]O,lover bright!can it be right-
[03:09.433]This window open to the night?
[03:15.805]The wanton airs, from the tree-top,
[03:22.217]Laughingly through the lattice drop-
[03:28.636]The bodiless airs, a wizard rout,
[03:35.102]Flit through thy chamber in and out,
[03:41.417]And wave the curtain canopy
[03:47.748]So fitfully- so carefully-
[05:41.203]Above the closed and fringed lid
[05:47.50]'Neath which thy slumbering soul lies hid,
[05:53.509]That, o′er the floor and down the wall,
[05:59.709]Like ghosts, the shadows rise and fall!
[06:06.248]Oh,lover dear,hast thou no fear?
[06:12.476]Why and what art thou dreaming here?
[06:18.882]Sure thou art come o′er far-off seas,
[06:25.246]A wonder to these garden trees!
[07:10.432]Strange is thy pallor! Strange thy dress,
[07:16.437]Strange, above all,thy length of tress,
[07:22.32]And this all this
[07:29.289]And this all solemn silentness!
[07:35.665]My lover sleeps! Oh,may he sleep,
[07:41.981]Which is enduring,so be deep!
[07:48.514]Heaven may have him in its sacred keep!
[08:01.404]This chamber changed for one more holy,
[08:07.637]This bed for one more melancholy,
[08:12.832]I pray to Satan that he may lie
[08:20.349]Forever with unopened eye,
[08:27.706]While the pale sheeted ghosts go by!
[09:32.632]My love, he sleeps! Oh,may he sleep
[09:35.555]As it is lasting,so be deep!
[09:38.658]Soft may the worms about him creep!
[09:41.650]Soft may the worms about him creep!
[09:45.13]My love,he sleeps! Oh,may he sleep
[09:47.716]As it is lasting, so be deep!
[09:50.879]Soft may the worms about him creep!
[09:53.887]Soft may the worms about him creep!
[10:21.401]Far in the forest, dim and old,
[10:27.722]For he may some tall vault unfold-
[10:33.749]Some vault that of the flung its black
[10:40.03]And winged panels fluttering back,
[10:46.279]Triumphant, o′er the crested palls,
[10:52.214]Of his grand family funerals-
[10:58.630]Some sepulchre, remote, alone,
[11:04.554]Against whose portal we hath thrown,
[11:11.974]In childhood, many an idle stone-
[11:22.707]Some tomb from out whose sounding door
[11:29.133]we never shall force an echo more,
[11:36.428]Thrilling to think, poor child of sin!
[11:42.162]That it was the dead who groaned within.

作词 : Edgar Allan Poe
作曲 : Anna-Varney Cantodea
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 not,for the world,awake.
All beauty sleeps!-and lo!where lies
His casement open to the skies
Irene and his Destinies!
O,lover 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-
Above the closed and fringed lid
'Neath which thy slumbering soul lies hid,
That, o′er the floor and down the wall,
Like ghosts, the shadows rise and fall!
Oh,lover 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 sleeps! Oh,may he sleep,
Which is enduring,so be deep!
Heaven may have him in its sacred keep!
This chamber changed for one more holy,
This bed for one more melancholy,
I pray to Satan that he may lie
Forever with unopened eye,
While the pale sheeted ghosts go by!
My love, he sleeps! Oh,may he sleep
As it is lasting,so be deep!
Soft may the worms about him creep!
Soft may the worms about him creep!
My love,he sleeps! Oh,may he sleep
As it is lasting, so be deep!
Soft may the worms about him creep!
Soft may the worms about him creep!
Far in the forest, dim and old,
For he may some tall vault unfold-
Some vault that of the flung its black
And winged panels fluttering back,
Triumphant, o′er the crested palls,
Of his grand family funerals-
Some sepulchre, remote, alone,
Against whose portal we hath thrown,
In childhood, many an idle stone-
Some tomb from out whose sounding door
we never shall force an echo more,
Thrilling to think, poor child of sin!
That it was the dead who groaned within.