[00:00.00] 作曲 : Michael J. Moynihan/Robert Ferbrache[00:22.20]Thus with stretched sail, we went over sea till day's end[00:28.56]Sun to his slumber, shadows o'er all the ocean[00:32.37]Came we then to the bounds of deepest water[00:36.09]Covered with close-webbed mist, unpierced ever[00:40.74]With glitter of sun-rays[00:43.38]Nor with stars stretched, nor looking back from heaven[00:48.21]Swartest night stretched over wreteched men there[00:53.67]The ocean flowing backward, came we then to the place[00:58.08]Aforesaid by Circe[00:58.89]Here did they rites, Perimedes and Eurylochus[01:04.77]And drawing sword from my hip[01:08.97]I dug the ell-square pitkin;[01:11.67]Poured we libations unto each the dead[01:16.08]First mead and then sweet wine, water mixed with white flour[01:22.26]Then prayed I many a prayer to the sickly death's-heads;[01:26.91]As set in Ithaca, sterile bulls of the best[01:31.32]For sacrifice, heaping the pyre with goods[01:37.05]A sheep to Tiresias only, black and a bell-sheep[01:43.08]Dark blood flowed in the fosse[01:44.85]Souls out of Erebus, cadaverous dead, of brides[01:48.42]Of youths and of the old who had borne much;[01:51.15]Souls stained with recent tears, girls tender[01:57.33]Men many, mauled with bronze lance heads[02:02.55]Battle spoil, bearing yet dreory arms[02:07.02]These many crowded about me; with shouting[02:10.95]Pallor upon me, cried to my men for more beasts;[02:16.23]Slaughtered the herds, sheep slain of bronze;[02:19.77]Poured ointment, cried to the gods[02:24.42]To Pluto the strong, and praised Proserpine;[02:27.66]Unsheathed the narrow sword[02:31.95]I sat to keep off the impetuous impotent dead[02:36.15]Till I should hear Tiresias[02:37.38]But first Elpenor came, our friend Elpenor[02:40.92]Unburied, cast on the wide earth[02:47.94]Limbs that we left in the house of Circe[02:50.76]Unwept, unwrapped in the sepulchre, since toils urged other[02:57.69]Pitiful spirit