[00:00.00] 作曲 : Benjamin Britten[00:09.06]On a poet's lips I slept[00:22.29]Dreaming like a love-adept[00:28.60]In the sound his breathing kept;[00:37.62]Nor seeks nor finds he mortal blisses,[00:45.13]But feeds on the a?rial kisses[00:50.38]Of shapes that haunt thought's wildernesses.[01:14.66]He will watch from dawn to gloom[01:23.20]The lake-reflected sun illume[01:32.58]The yellow bees in the ivy-bloom,[01:42.61]Nor heed nor see what things they be;[02:08.46]But from these create he can[02:23.12]Forms more real than living man,[02:43.29]Nurslings of immortality!