#SoulAI特效 D2 Darking I listen;and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Called him soft name in many a mused ryhem, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pian, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy! Still wouldst thou sing,and I have ears in vain-- To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth,when,sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that oft-times hath Charmed magic casement,opening on the foam Of perilous seas,in faery lands forlorn. Forlorn!the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self! Adieu!the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is famed to do,deceiving elf. Adieu!adieu!thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side,and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was is a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music -- Do I wake or sleep? #日落人海 #YOUTH #Perspective #Kate Miller-Heidke

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