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  • 作词 : William Blake
    作曲 : Victor Vertunni
    In the southern clime,
    Where the summer’s prime
    Never fades away,
    Lovely Lyca lay.

    Seven summers old
    Lovely Lyca told;
    She had wander’d long
    Hearing wild birds’ song.

    ‘Sweet sleep, come to me
    Underneath this tree.
    Do father, mother, weep?
    Where can Lyca sleep?

    ‘Lost in desert wild
    Is your little child.
    How can Lyca sleep
    If her mother weep?

    ‘If her heart does ache
    Then let Lyca wake;
    If my mother sleep,
    Lyca shall not weep.

    ‘Frowning, frowning night,
    O’er this desert bright,
    Let thy moon arise
    While I close my eyes.’

    Sleeping Lyca lay
    While the beasts of prey,
    Come from caverns deep,
    View’d the maid asleep.

    The kingly lion stood,
    And the virgin view’d,
    Then he gamboll’d round
    O’er the hallow’d ground.

    Leopards, tigers, play
    Round her as she lay,
    While the lion old
    Bow’d his mane of gold

    And her bosom lick,
    And upon her neck
    From his eyes of flame
    Ruby tears there came;

    While the lioness
    Loos’d her slender dress,
    And naked they convey’d
    To caves the sleeping maid.
  • 作词 : William Blake
    作曲 : Victor Vertunni
    In the southern clime,
    Where the summer’s prime
    Never fades away,
    Lovely Lyca lay.

    Seven summers old
    Lovely Lyca told;
    She had wander’d long
    Hearing wild birds’ song.

    ‘Sweet sleep, come to me
    Underneath this tree.
    Do father, mother, weep?
    Where can Lyca sleep?

    ‘Lost in desert wild
    Is your little child.
    How can Lyca sleep
    If her mother weep?

    ‘If her heart does ache
    Then let Lyca wake;
    If my mother sleep,
    Lyca shall not weep.

    ‘Frowning, frowning night,
    O’er this desert bright,
    Let thy moon arise
    While I close my eyes.’

    Sleeping Lyca lay
    While the beasts of prey,
    Come from caverns deep,
    View’d the maid asleep.

    The kingly lion stood,
    And the virgin view’d,
    Then he gamboll’d round
    O’er the hallow’d ground.

    Leopards, tigers, play
    Round her as she lay,
    While the lion old
    Bow’d his mane of gold

    And her bosom lick,
    And upon her neck
    From his eyes of flame
    Ruby tears there came;

    While the lioness
    Loos’d her slender dress,
    And naked they convey’d
    To caves the sleeping maid.