Set by John Mitchell (1941-) op. 71 (1989), from Seven Journeys to Earth, part 3, no. 3.
Text by 艾米莉
勃朗特(Emily Brontë) (1818-1848)
This shall be thy lullaby,
Rocking on the stormy sea;
Though it roar in thunder wild,
Sleep, stilly sleep, my dark-haired child.
When our shuddering boat was crossing
Eldern's lake, so rudely tossing,
Then 'twas first my nursling smiled;
Sleep, softly sleep, my fair-browed child.
Waves above thy cradle break;
Foamy tears are on the cheek;
Yet the ocean's self grows mild
When it bears my slumbering child,
When it bears my slumbering child.
The Beauty of Touch
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