作词 : William Blake 作曲 : Victor Vertunni Once a dream did weave a shade O’er my Angel-guarded bed, That an emmet lost its way Where on grass methought I lay.
Troubled, 'wilder'd, and forlorn, Dark, benighted, travel-worn, Over many a tangled spray, All heart-broke I heard her say:
‘O, my children! do they cry? Do they hear their father sigh? Now they look abroad to see: Now return and weep for me.’
Pitying, I dropp'd a tear; But I saw a glow-worm near, Who replied: ‘What wailing wight Calls the watchman of the night?
‘I am set to light the ground, While the beetle goes his round: Follow now the beetle’s hum; Little wanderer, hie thee home.’
作词 : William Blake 作曲 : Victor Vertunni Once a dream did weave a shade O’er my Angel-guarded bed, That an emmet lost its way Where on grass methought I lay.
Troubled, 'wilder'd, and forlorn, Dark, benighted, travel-worn, Over many a tangled spray, All heart-broke I heard her say:
‘O, my children! do they cry? Do they hear their father sigh? Now they look abroad to see: Now return and weep for me.’
Pitying, I dropp'd a tear; But I saw a glow-worm near, Who replied: ‘What wailing wight Calls the watchman of the night?
‘I am set to light the ground, While the beetle goes his round: Follow now the beetle’s hum; Little wanderer, hie thee home.’
