| Song | Beyond All Change - Suite from an American Mass: 1. by Disposition of Angels |
| Artist | Coro Volante |
| Artist | Brett Scott |
| Album | New Choral Voices, Vol. 2 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Peter Dayton/Marianne Moore | |
| 作曲 : Peter Dayton | |
| Messengers much like ourselves? Explain it. | |
| Steadfastness the darkness makes explicit? | |
| Something heard most clearly when not near it? | |
| Above particularities, | |
| these unparticularities praise cannot violate. | |
| One has seen, in such steadiness never deflected, | |
| who by darkness a star is perfected. | |
| Star that does not ask me if I see it? | |
| Fir that would not wish me to uproot it? | |
| Speech that does not ask me if I hear it? | |
| Mysteries expound mysteries. | |
| Steadier than steady, star dazzling me, live and elate, | |
| no need to say, how like some we have known; | |
| too like her, too like him, and a-quiver forever. |
| zuo ci : Peter Dayton Marianne Moore | |
| zuo qu : Peter Dayton | |
| Messengers much like ourselves? Explain it. | |
| Steadfastness the darkness makes explicit? | |
| Something heard most clearly when not near it? | |
| Above particularities, | |
| these unparticularities praise cannot violate. | |
| One has seen, in such steadiness never deflected, | |
| who by darkness a star is perfected. | |
| Star that does not ask me if I see it? | |
| Fir that would not wish me to uproot it? | |
| Speech that does not ask me if I hear it? | |
| Mysteries expound mysteries. | |
| Steadier than steady, star dazzling me, live and elate, | |
| no need to say, how like some we have known | |
| too like her, too like him, and aquiver forever. |
| zuò cí : Peter Dayton Marianne Moore | |
| zuò qǔ : Peter Dayton | |
| Messengers much like ourselves? Explain it. | |
| Steadfastness the darkness makes explicit? | |
| Something heard most clearly when not near it? | |
| Above particularities, | |
| these unparticularities praise cannot violate. | |
| One has seen, in such steadiness never deflected, | |
| who by darkness a star is perfected. | |
| Star that does not ask me if I see it? | |
| Fir that would not wish me to uproot it? | |
| Speech that does not ask me if I hear it? | |
| Mysteries expound mysteries. | |
| Steadier than steady, star dazzling me, live and elate, | |
| no need to say, how like some we have known | |
| too like her, too like him, and aquiver forever. |