[00:00.00] 作词 : John Keats
[00:32.884]My  heart  aches,and  a  drowsy  numbness  pains
[00:36.541]My  sense,as  though  of  hemlock  I  had  drunk,
[00:41.314]Or  emptied  some  dull  opiate  to  the  drains
[00:43.703]One  minute  past,and  Lethe-wards  had  sunk:
[00:48.633]'Tis  not  through  envy  of  thy  happy  lot,
[00:51.532]But  being  too  happy  in  thine  happiness --
[00:54.783]That  thou,light  winged  Dryad  of  the  trees,
[00:57.984]In  some  melodious  plot
[01:00.321]Of  beechen  green,and  shadows  numberless,
[01:01.589]Singest  of  summer  in  full-throated  ease.
[01:07.741]O,for  a  draught  of  vintage!that  hath  been
[01:10.841]Cooled  a  long  age  in  the  deep-delved  earth,
[01:13.939]Tasting  of  Flora  and  the  country  green,
[01:16.896]Dance,and  Provencal  song,and  sunburnt  mirth!
[01:21.574]O  for  a  beaker  full  of  the  warm  South,
[01:24.472]Full  of  the  true,the  blushful  Hippocrene,
[01:28.277]With  beaded  bubbles  winking  at  the  brim,
[01:31.69]And  purple-stained  mouth,
[01:33.863]That  I  may  drink,and  leave  the  world  unseen,
[01:38.447]And  with  thee  fade  away  into  the  forest  dim.
[01:43.221]Fade  far  away,dissolve,and  quite  forget
[01:47.744]What  thou  amongst  the  leaves  hast  never  known,
[01:51.94]The  weariness,the  fever,and  the  fret
[01:54.954]Here,where  men  sit  and  hear  each  other  groan;
[01:58.510]Where  palsy  shakes  a  few,sad,last  grey  hairs.
[02:02.575]Where  youth  grows  pale,and  spectre-thin,and  dies;
[02:07.144]Where  nut  to  think  is  to  be  full  of  sorrow
[02:09.392]And  leaden-eyed  despairs;
[02:12.543]Where  Beauty  cannot  keep  her  lustrous  eyes,
[02:15.895]Or  new  Love  pine  at  them  beyond  to-morrow.
[02:20.564]Away!away!for  I  will  fly  to  thee,
[02:24.734]Not  charioted  by  Bacchus  and  his  pards,
[02:27.985]But  on  the  viewless  wings  of  Poesy,
[02:30.982]Though  the  dull  brain  perplexes  and  retards.
[02:34.640]Already  with  thee!tender  is  the  night,
[02:38.649]And  haply  the  Queen-Moon  is  on  her  throne,
[02:41.700]Clustered  around  by  all  her  starry  Fays;
[02:45.103]But  here  there  is  no  light,
[02:47.494]Save  what  from  heaven  is  with  the  breezes  blown
[02:50.187]Through  verduous  glooms  and  winding  mossy  ways.
[02:55.166]I  cannot  se  what  flowers  are  at  my  feet,
[02:58.263]Nor  what  soft  incense  hangs  upon  the  boughs,
[03:01.772]But,in  embalmed  darkness,guess  each  sweet
[03:05.123]Wherewith  the  seasonable  month  endows
[03:06.950]The  grass,the  thicket,and  the  fruit-tree  wild --
[03:10.811]White  hawthorn,and  the  pastoral  eglantine;
[03:14.62]Fast  fading  violets  covered  up  in  leaves;
[03:17.619]And  mid-May's  eldest  child,
[03:20.165]The  coming  musk-rose,full  of  dewy  wine,
[03:24.284]The  murmurous  haunt  of  flies  on  summer  eves.
[03:30.122]Darkling  I  listen;and  for  many  a  time
[03:34.490]I  have  been  half  in  love  with  easeful  Death,
[03:38.103]Called  him  soft  names  in  many  a  mused  rhyme,
[03:41.605]To  take  into  the  air  my  quiet  breath;
[03:45.668]Now  more  than  ever  seems  it  rich  to  die,
[03:48.968]To  cease  upon  the  midnight  with  no  pain,
[03:52.471]While  thou  art  pouring  forth  thy  soul  abroad
[03:55.169]In  such  an  ecstasy!
[03:57.303]Still  wouldst  thou  sing,and  I  have  ears  in  vain --
[04:02.60]To  thy  high  requiem  become  a  sod.
[04:07.188]Thou  wast  not  born  for  death,immortal  Bird!
[04:11.224]No  hungry  generations  tread  thee  down;
[04:15.492]The  voice  I  hear  this  passing  night  eas  heard
[04:17.832]In  ancient  days  by  emperor  and  clown:
[04:21.287]Perhaps  the  self-same  song  that  found  a  path
[04:24.78]Through  the  sad  heart  of  Ruth,when,sick  for  home,
[04:27.379]She  stood  in  tears  amid  the  alien  corn;
[04:31.88]The  same  that  oft-times  hath
[04:32.513]Charmed  magic  casements,opening  on  the  foam
[04:36.127]Of  perilous  seas,in  faery  lands  forlorn.
[04:41.460]Forlorn!the  very  word  is  like  a  bell
[04:45.829]To  toll  me  back  from  thee  to  my  sole  self!
[04:49.434]Adieu!the  fancy  cannot  cheat  so  well
[04:52.961]As  she  is  famed  to  do,deceiving  elf.
[04:55.905]Adieu!adieu!thy  plaintive  anthem  fades
[05:01.389]Past  the  near  meadows,over  the  still  stream,
[05:05.72]Up  the  hill-side;and  now 'tis  buried  deep
[05:08.982]In  the  next  valley-glades:
[05:12.29]Was  it  a  vision,or  a  waking  dream?
[05:16.346]Fled  is  that  music --Do  I  wake  or sleep?