The green bowl-Caprice

[00:00.00]作词：Amy Lowell [00:35.14]This little bowl is like a mossy pool [00:45.18]In a Spring wood, where dogtooth violets grow [00:56.19]Nodding in chequered sunshine of the trees; [01:04.48]A quiet place, still, with the sound of birds, [01:08.60]Where, though unseen, is heard the endless song [01:12.89]And murmur of the never resting sea. [01:17.08]'T was winter, Roger, when you made this cup, [01:21.62]But coming Spring guided your eager hand [01:28.64]And round the edge you fashioned young green leaves, [01:35.60]A proper chalice made to hold the shy [01:39.82]And little flowers of the woods. And here [01:43.83]They will forget their sad uprooting, lost [01:53.16]In pleasure that this circle of bright leaves [02:07.82]Should be their setting; once more they will dream [02:12.31]They hear winds wandering through lofty trees [02:27.33]And see the sun smiling between the leaves.