Sycamore : 無料・フリー素材/写真
Sycamore / Giles Watson's poetry and prose
| ライセンス | クリエイティブ・コモンズ 表示-継承 2.1 |
|---|---|
| 説明 | RODERICK AND THE NIGHTINGALEAs I went out to quarry stone,My pick upon my shoulder,I heard a singing nightingaleAnd sat upon a boulder.Her song was bubbling like a brookThat runs through ferny gill;I saw her singing to the skyAnd all around grew still.Chorus:Long the sycamore may liveAnd faerie spells prevail:Long as last the lilting songsOf the nightingale.High up in the sycamoreCrescendos filled the air,And I sat ever watching,Of time’s passage unaware.And when the notes had died awayThe sycamore died too,Withered, every leaf and branchAs the cold wind blew.ChorusI rubbed my eyes and looked again,Alas! The bird had flown.All thought of labours left my mind;I hurried back for home.An old, old man sat on the porch,“What are you doing here?”The old man said, “This is my house;I’ve been here fifty year’!”Chorus“What is your name, lad?” then said he.“Why, Roderick,” I said.“My great-grandfather spoke of you,But you were thought long dead.For you went out to quarry stone,And long they searched in vain.Now Roderick, from times of oldHas wandered home again.”ChorusSource material: Eirwen Jones, Folk Tales of Wales, London, 1947, pp. 66-68. |
| 撮影日 | 2009-04-04 09:27:23 |
| 撮影者 | Giles Watson's poetry and prose , Oxfordshire, England |
| タグ | |
| 撮影地 | |
| カメラ | E8700 , NIKON |
| 露出 | 0.003 sec (1/360) |
| 開放F値 | f/8.0 |
| 焦点距離 | 9 mm |