Proserpine歌詞

[00:31.000]Afar away the light that brings cold cheer
[00:36.000]Unto this wall, - one instant and no more
[00:41.000]Admitted at my distant palace-door
[00:47.000]Afar the flowers of Enna from this drear
[00:52.000]Dire fruit, which, tasted once, must thrall me here
[01:01.000]Afar those skies from this Tartarean grey
[01:05.000]That chills me: and afar; how far away
[01:11.000]The nights that shall be from the days that were
[02:18.000]Behold, this crocus is a withering flame
[02:22.000]This snowdrop, snow; this apple-blossom's part
[02:28.000]To breed the fruit that breeds the serpent's art
[02:33.000]Nay, for this spring-flowers, turn thy face from them
[02:37.000]Nor stay till on the year's last lily-stem
[02:42.000]The white cup shrivels round the golden heart
[03:01.000]Afar from mine own self I seem, and wing
[03:08.000]Strange ways in thought, and listen for a sign
[03:15.500]And still some heart unto some soul doth pine
[03:19.000] (Whose sounds mine inner sense is fain to bring)
[03:23.000]Woe's me for thee, unhappy Proserpine
[03:27.000](Continually together, murmuring)
[03:31.000]Woe's me for thee, unhappy Proserpine
[03:34.500] (Woe's me for thee, unhappy Proserpine)
[03:38.000]Woe's me for thee
[03:42.500]unhappy Proserpine
[03:46.000]Woe's me for thee