作曲 : Andrew James Marshall
A darkling violet, fringed anew
With light that on the mountains soar,
A dusky flame on tranquil shores;
Kindling the summits as they grow
In audience to the skies that call,
Ineffable in rest and all
The hills slipped over each on each
Till all their changing shadows died.
The hills slipped over each on each
Till all their changing shadows died.