笨小笨Scenes from Shelley’s Prometheus Unbound， Pt. 1: No. 7， ’I felt thy torture， son (The Earth)歌词由Sarah Connolly&London Mozart Players&William Vann&Hubert Parry&Percy Bysshe Shelley演唱，出自专辑《Parry: Scenes from Shelley’s Prometheus Unbound， Blest Pair of Sirens》，下面是《Scenes from Shelley’s Prometheus Unbound， Pt. 1: No. 7， ’I felt thy torture， son (The Earth)》完整版歌词！
Scenes from Shelley’s Prometheus Unbound， Pt. 1: No. 7， ’I felt thy torture， son (The Earth)歌词完整版
Blest pair of Sirens, pledges of Heaven's joy,
Sphere-born, harmonious sisters, Voice and Verse,
Wed your divine sounds, and mixt power employ,
Dead things with inbreathed sense able to pierce.
And to our high-raised phantasy present
That undisturbèd song of pure concent,
Aye sung before the sapphire coloured throne
To Him that sits thereon,
With saintly shout and solemn jubilee;
Where the bright Seraphim, in burning row,
Their loud uplifted angel-trumpets blow,
And the Cherubic host, in thousand quires,
Touch their immortal harps of golden wires,
With those just spirits that wear victorious palms,
Hymns devout and holy psalms
Singing everlastingly:
That we on earth with undiscording voice
May rightly answer that melodious noise;
As once we did, till disproportioned sin
Jarr'd against nature's chime, and with harsh din
Broke the fair music that all creatures made
To their great Lord, whose love their motion swayed
In perfect diapason, whilst they stood
In first obedience, and their state of good.
O may we soon again renew that song
And keep in tune with Heaven, till God ere long
To His celestial concert us unite,
To live with Him, and sing in endless morn of light.
