가사 좌표
EN원문 가사
번역이 아직 없습니다. 원문 가사를 표시합니다.
Tis not a lore of bale nor loathe;
Harmony and aesthesia are its blisses;
Ne'er ere hath it exist'd so sonorously -
Jostl'd away the pale drape
That us had been o'erhung -
Tempt'd thy shutters to open
And thus quench'd the hearth;
Thou giv'st to misery all thou hast: the cold -
With weal embrac'd the sprounting landscape
Like a star of heaven in the broad daylight -
This joy subdueth until it again waneth,
Save the drooping winter of stalwart.
Lost...
Lost...
