作曲 : Igor Stravinsky

How strange!

Although the heart for love dares everything,

the hand draws back and

finds no spring of courage.

London! alone!

seems all that it can say.

Oh heart, be stronger.

That which this coward hand

wishes beyond all bravery,

the touch of his,

may bring its daring to a close, unneeded,

and love be all your bounty.

No step in fear shall wander

nor in weakness delay.

Hear thou or not,

merciful heaven,

ease thou or not my way.

A love that is sworn

sworn before thee can plunder hell of its prey!