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Mariana

Alfred Tennyson2008年1月2日

Mariana 歌詞

Mariana - Alfred Tennyson

With blackest moss the flower pots

Were thickly crusted one and all

 

The rusted nails fell from the knots

That held the pear to the gable wall

 

The broken sheds look'd sad and strange

 

Unlifted was the clinking latch

 

Weeded and worn the ancient thatch

Upon the lonely moated grange

 

She only said my life is dreary

 

He cometh not she said

 

She said I am aweary aweary

I would that I were dead

 

Her tears fell with the dews at even

 

Her tears fell ere the dews were dried

 

She could not look on the sweet heaven

Either at morn or eventide

 

After the flitting of bats

When thickest dark did trance the sky

 

She drew her casement curtain by

And glanced athwart the glooming flats

 

She only said the night is dreary

He cometh not she said

 

She said I am aweary aweary

I would that I were dead

 

Upon the middle of the night

Waking she heard the night fowl crow

 

The cock sung out an hour ere light

 

From the dark fen the oxen's low

Came to her without hope of change

In sleep she seemed to walk forlorn

 

Till cold winds woke the gray eyed morn

About the lonely moated grange

 

She only said the day is dreary

He cometh not she said

She said I am aweary aweary

I would that I were dead

 

About a stone cast from the wall

A sluice with blacken'd waters slept

And o'er it many round and small

The cluster'd marish mosses crept

 

Hard by a poplar shook alway

All silver green with gnarlèd bark

 

For leagues no other tree did mark

The level waste the rounding gray

 

She only said my life is dreary

He cometh not she said

 

She said I am aweary aweary

 

I would that I were dead

 

And ever when the moon was low

And the shrill winds were up and away

In the white curtain to and fro

 

She saw the gusty shadows sway

 

But when the moon was very low

And wild winds bound within their cell

 

The shadow of the poplar fell

Upon her bed across her brow

 

She only said the night is dreary

 

He cometh not she said

 

She said I am aweary aweary

 

I would that I were dead

 

All day withing the dreamy house

 

The doors upon their hinges creak'd

 

The blue fly sung in the pane the mouse

Behind the mouldering wainscot shriek'd

 

Or from the crevice peered about

 

Old faces glimmer'd thro' the doors

 

Old footsteps trod the upper floors

 

Old voices called her from without

 

She only said my life is dreary

 

He cometh not she said

 

She said I am aweary aweary

I would that I were dead

 

The sparrow's chirrup on the roof

 

The slow clock ticking and the sound

Which to the wooing wind aloof

The poplar made did all confound

Her sense but most she loathed the hour

When the thick moted sunbeam lay

Athwart the chambers and the day

Was sloping toward his western bower

 

Then she said I am very dreary

He will not come she said

 

She wept I am aweary aweary

 

 

O god that I were dead