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Unperfect Actor (Sonnet 23)

Helena Bonham Carter, Rufus Wainwright, Martha Wainwright, Fiora Cutler2016年4月22日

Unperfect Actor (Sonnet 23) 歌詞

Unperfect Actor (Sonnet 23) - Helena Bonham Carter/Rufus Wainwright/Martha Wainwright/Fiora Cutler

As an unperfect actor on the stage

 

Who with his fear is put besides his part

 

Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage

 

Whose strength's abundance weakens his own heart

 

So I for fear of trust forget to say

 

The perfect ceremony of love's rite

 

And in mine own love's strength seem to decay

 

O'ercharg'd with burden of mine own love's might

 

O let my books be then the eloquence

And dumb presagers of my speaking breast

 

Who plead for love and look for recompense

 

More than that tongue that more hath more express'd

 

O learn to read what silent love hath write

 

To hear with eyes belongs to love's fine wit

 

As an unperfect actor on the stage

 

Who with his fear is put besides his part

 

Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage

 

Whose strength's abundance weakens his own heart

 

So I for fear of trust forget to say

 

The perfect ceremony of love's rite

 

And in mine own love's strength seem to decay

 

O'ercharg'd with burden of mine own love's might

 

As an unperfect actor on the stage

 

Who with his fear is put besides his part

 

Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage

 

Whose strength's abundance weakens his own heart

 

So I for fear of trust forget to say

 

The perfect ceremony of love's rite

 

And in mine own love's strength seem to decay

 

O'ercharg'd with burden of mine own love's might

 

As an unperfect actor on the stage

 

Who with his fear is put besides his part

 

Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage

 

Whose strength's abundance weakens his own heart

 

So I for fear of trust forget to say

 

The perfect ceremony of love's rite

 

And in mine own love's strength seem to decay

 

O'ercharg'd with burden of mine own love's might

O let my books be then the eloquence

 

And dumb presagers of my speaking breast

 

Who plead for love and look for recompense

More than that tongue that more hath more express'd

O learn to read what silent love hath write

 

To hear with eyes belongs to love's fine wit

 

O learn to read what silent love hath write

 

 

To hear with eyes belongs to love's fine wit