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神武思離
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"The world was young, the mountains green,
No stain yet on the Moon was seen,
No words were laid on stream or stone
When Raphael woke and walked alone.
She named the nameless hills and dells;
She drank from yet untasted wells;
She stooped and looked in pools adhere,
And saw a crown of stars appear,
As gems upon a silver thread,
Above the shadow of her head.
The world was fair, the mountains tall,
In Elder Days before the fall
Of mighty elves in ancient worlds
And kingdoms great, who now beyond
The roaring seas have passed away:
The world was fair in Raphael's Day.
A Queen she was on carven throne
In many-pillared halls of stone
With golden roof and silver floor,
And runes of power upon the door.
The light of sun and star and moon
In shining lamps of crystal hewn
Undimmed by cloud or shade of night
There shone for ever fair and bright.
There hammer on the anvil smote,
There chisel clove, and graver wrote;
There forged was blade, and bound was hilt;
The delver mined, the mason built.
There beryl, pearl, and opal pale,
And metal wrought like fishes' mail,
Buckler, corslet, shield and sword,
And shining spears were laid in hoard.
Unwearied then were elven folk
Beneath the mountains music woke:
The harpers harped, the minstrels sang,
And at the gates the trumpets rang.
The world is grey, the mountains old,
The forge's fire is ashen-cold;
No harp is wrung, no hammer falls:
The darkness dwells in elven halls.
The shadow lies upon her doom
In ancient lands, in bygone worlds.
But still the sunken stars appear
In dark and windless pools adhere;
There lies her crown in water deep,
Till Raphael wakes again from sleep. " — 寒塘仙子的传说,《枯荣之秘》第九十五章第六节
2009年02月18日 03点02分
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No stain yet on the Moon was seen,
No words were laid on stream or stone
When Raphael woke and walked alone.
She named the nameless hills and dells;
She drank from yet untasted wells;
She stooped and looked in pools adhere,
And saw a crown of stars appear,
As gems upon a silver thread,
Above the shadow of her head.
The world was fair, the mountains tall,
In Elder Days before the fall
Of mighty elves in ancient worlds
And kingdoms great, who now beyond
The roaring seas have passed away:
The world was fair in Raphael's Day.
A Queen she was on carven throne
In many-pillared halls of stone
With golden roof and silver floor,
And runes of power upon the door.
The light of sun and star and moon
In shining lamps of crystal hewn
Undimmed by cloud or shade of night
There shone for ever fair and bright.
There hammer on the anvil smote,
There chisel clove, and graver wrote;
There forged was blade, and bound was hilt;
The delver mined, the mason built.
There beryl, pearl, and opal pale,
And metal wrought like fishes' mail,
Buckler, corslet, shield and sword,
And shining spears were laid in hoard.
Unwearied then were elven folk
Beneath the mountains music woke:
The harpers harped, the minstrels sang,
And at the gates the trumpets rang.
The world is grey, the mountains old,
The forge's fire is ashen-cold;
No harp is wrung, no hammer falls:
The darkness dwells in elven halls.
The shadow lies upon her doom
In ancient lands, in bygone worlds.
But still the sunken stars appear
In dark and windless pools adhere;
There lies her crown in water deep,
Till Raphael wakes again from sleep. " — 寒塘仙子的传说,《枯荣之秘》第九十五章第六节