Weary With Toil Lyrics

	作词 : Public Domain
	作曲 : Leonardo Beltri
	Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
	The dear repose for limbs with travel tired;
	But then begins a journey in my head,
	To work my mind, when body's work's expired
	For then my thoughts (from far where I abide)
	Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,
	And keep my drooping eyelids open wide,
	Looking on darkness which the blind do see
	Save that my soul's imaginary sight
	Presents thy shadow to my sightless view,
	Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night,
	Makes black night beauteous and her old face new,
	Old face new, old face new
	How can I then return in happy plight,
	That am debarred the benefit of rest?
	When day's oppression is not eased by night,
	But day by night, and night by day, oppressed?
	And each, though enemies to either's reign,
	Do in consent shake hands to torture me,
	The one by toil, the other to complain
	How far I toil, still farther off from thee.
	Lo, thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind,
	For thee, for myself, no quiet find
	No quiet find
	Save that my soul's imaginary sight
	Presents thy shadow to my sightless view,
	Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night,
	Makes black night beauteous and her old face…
	Save that my soul's imaginary sight
	Presents thy shadow to my sightless view,
	Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night,
	Makes black night beauteous and her old face new.
	Old face, old face new

	zuo ci : Public Domain
	zuo qu : Leonardo Beltri
	Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
	The dear repose for limbs with travel tired
	But then begins a journey in my head,
	To work my mind, when body' s work' s expired
	For then my thoughts from far where I abide
	Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,
	And keep my drooping eyelids open wide,
	Looking on darkness which the blind do see
	Save that my soul' s imaginary sight
	Presents thy shadow to my sightless view,
	Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night,
	Makes black night beauteous and her old face new,
	Old face new, old face new
	How can I then return in happy plight,
	That am debarred the benefit of rest?
	When day' s oppression is not eased by night,
	But day by night, and night by day, oppressed?
	And each, though enemies to either' s reign,
	Do in consent shake hands to torture me,
	The one by toil, the other to complain
	How far I toil, still farther off from thee.
	Lo, thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind,
	For thee, for myself, no quiet find
	No quiet find
	Save that my soul' s imaginary sight
	Presents thy shadow to my sightless view,
	Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night,
	Makes black night beauteous and her old face
	Save that my soul' s imaginary sight
	Presents thy shadow to my sightless view,
	Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night,
	Makes black night beauteous and her old face new.
	Old face, old face new

	zuò cí : Public Domain
	zuò qǔ : Leonardo Beltri
	Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
	The dear repose for limbs with travel tired
	But then begins a journey in my head,
	To work my mind, when body' s work' s expired
	For then my thoughts from far where I abide
	Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,
	And keep my drooping eyelids open wide,
	Looking on darkness which the blind do see
	Save that my soul' s imaginary sight
	Presents thy shadow to my sightless view,
	Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night,
	Makes black night beauteous and her old face new,
	Old face new, old face new
	How can I then return in happy plight,
	That am debarred the benefit of rest?
	When day' s oppression is not eased by night,
	But day by night, and night by day, oppressed?
	And each, though enemies to either' s reign,
	Do in consent shake hands to torture me,
	The one by toil, the other to complain
	How far I toil, still farther off from thee.
	Lo, thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind,
	For thee, for myself, no quiet find
	No quiet find
	Save that my soul' s imaginary sight
	Presents thy shadow to my sightless view,
	Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night,
	Makes black night beauteous and her old face
	Save that my soul' s imaginary sight
	Presents thy shadow to my sightless view,
	Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night,
	Makes black night beauteous and her old face new.
	Old face, old face new

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