[00:00.00] 作曲 : Anton Brejestovski[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.