作词 : Hoppe I MUST not think of thee; and, tired yet strong, I shun the thought that lurks in all delight— The thought of thee—and in the blue heaven's height, And in the sweetest passage of a song. Oh, just beyond the fairest thoughts that throng This breast, the thought of thee waits hidden yet bright; But it must never, never come in sight; I must stop short of thee the whole day long. But when sleep comes to close each difficult day, When night gives pause to the long watch I keep, And all my bonds I needs must loose apart, Must doff my will as raiment laid away,— With the first dream that comes with the first sleep I run, I run, I am gather'd to thy heart.
[00:00.000] 作词 : Hoppe [00:11.44]I MUST not think of thee; and, tired yet strong, [00:15.83]I shun the thought that lurks in all delight— [00:19.87]The thought of thee—and in the blue heaven's height, [00:23.67]And in the sweetest passage of a song. [00:26.53]Oh, just beyond the fairest thoughts that throng [00:29.57]This breast, the thought of thee waits hidden yet bright; [00:35.12]But it must never, never come in sight; [00:38.56]I must stop short of thee the whole day long. [00:43.71]But when sleep comes to close each difficult day, [00:47.90]When night gives pause to the long watch I keep, [00:51.69]And all my bonds I needs must loose apart, [00:54.56]Must doff my will as raiment laid away,— [00:58.35]With the first dream that comes with the first sleep [01:02.29]I run, I run, I am gather'd to thy heart. [01:07.95]
