[00:34.29]An artist is what is call'd the self that the brush holdeth [00:45.72]执笔之人 方为真我 [00:45.72]Though hath it then caringly caress'd the Canvas of to morrow [00:57.42]却以温柔 轻抚明日画布 [00:57.42]O Canvas for thee I hold my tool still passionless it quivereth [01:22.11]画布啊 我持笔的手如此沉静 笔尖却在战栗 [01:22.11]Minding not that my hands are more than apt [01:35.82]浑然不觉 我双手早已游刃有余 [01:35.82]My Muse [01:39.48]我的缪斯 [01:39.48]Where is hidden [01:41.01]藏身何处 [01:41.01]The blue hud arch'neath the High Heaven's rich emblazonry [01:52.50]苍穹之下 碧空如洗 缀满华章 [01:52.50]The flowery meadow embrac'd by the horizon snowflakd and aery mountains [02:06.96]花田接天际 雪覆群山入云巅 [02:06.96]In which the barebreastd maidens dance to the lay o' midsummer [02:27.45]裸胸少女随仲夏歌谣翩跹起舞 [02:27.45]Aloft the distant lazy flapping of the doves in vainglore [02:41.31]远处白鸽慵懒振翅 徒留虚华掠影 [02:41.31]O Canvas wherefore canst thou these images not allow [03:07.86]画布啊 为何容不下这般景象 [03:07.86]I deem a projection of my Theatre they should be [03:15.66]我原以为它们该是我剧场的投影 [03:15.66]Then I challenge thee the wisdom of naysaying the yearns o' mine [03:23.25]而今质问汝否定我渴望的所谓智慧 [03:23.25]What is this unforseen that not enjoineth light shades to be skillfully paintd [04:04.32]这未见的阻隔 为何不让光影被巧妙描绘 [04:04.32]The raven sky prey'd on by the snowfill'd blustery clouds [04:08.07]鸦色天穹遭雪云肆虐吞噬 [04:08.07]Unadornd the meadow hunger driveth the wolf out of the wood [04:16.62]荒原上饿狼被迫离巢觅食 [04:16.62]The maidens chaind and whippd within a dreary dungeon [04:29.10]少女被铁链束缚 在阴森地牢中遭受鞭笞 [04:29.10]And lo 'twixt the wizen roses a mossy grave： [04:37.98]看啊 在凋零玫瑰间 苔藓覆盖的坟墓 [04:37.98]The Devil is as Black as he Painteth [04:53.70]恶魔如其描绘般漆黑可怖 [04:53.70]O Canvas wherefore [04:58.07]画布啊 为何