Luyện nghe bài hát The Vision Of The Lady Of The Lake

The boatman rose to the sound of his
Loud in the silent of the dawn
He glanced through the at mist on the lake
hung like a shroud in the still of the morn
The silver cobwebs with the dew
Hung from the in filigree splendour
And water lilies on the lake
Were so delicate, tranquil and tender.
The boat man as he strode through the woods
To the place his boat lay moored to a stake
The hollow sound as his footsteps
Until the sound was lost on the
He cast off, poling the from the shore
Peering a head through damp haze
He thought that he saw strange shapes
A on the eyes that the mist often plays.
So was the boatman on crossing the lake
That he failed to the current that flowed
his boat from familiar parts
He was firmly, yet unknowingly, towed
All at the mist seemed to lift
Sufficient to show the boatman a
That never seen in the whole of his life
deep, black and silent, and cool.
The shirt clung to his back
He was sweating from exertion and fear
He had the sensation someone was watching
He felt the presence of somebody
An invisible prevented him moving
The strength of his arms was sapped
The twisted bushes converged round the
a fish in a net he was trapped.
Suddenly out of the water him
The form of a maiden appeared
Clad in shimmering robes
The maiden materialised as she
The hair which finely crowned her
Was a halo of golden the sun
All of the beautiful women of
Were formed all at into one.
She the boatman the sword she was holding
Which irridescent before his eyes
surely was hardly a match
For a sword that description defies
The boatman stood by her gaze
reached to the depths of his very soul
To he who conquer the evils of life
She herself as a whole.
The maiden vanished his gaze
Leaving him the sword in his fist
The hairs on the nape of his neck to stiffen
A creature him from out of the mist
It was powerful, and yet stupid indeed
For it held right and failed to attack
The boatman at its small stupid eyes
And it to the ground and lay on its back.
Without a warning the sky seemed to
As though the sun were in total
The crouched low as a vast eagle swooped
And a horrified cry from his lips
It strutted before him with pride in its
Admiring its talons both vicious and
Taking advantage the boatman fast
And the eagle slid to the of the pool.
The terrified boatman tried his boat
But his pole had grown roots in the deep
The bank grew with the coils of a snake
And all you hear was its slither and creep
It cast an envious stare at the
Slid into the and swam to the boat
He stood hypnotised by its jealous eyes
As it came from the water and round his throat.
As its coils slowly his breath came in gasps
As he choked so he lifted the in despair
As the was still gloating he severed its head
And in the snake's coils thrashed wild in the air
The boatman wiped the sweat from his
His heart was as never before
His like a lizard's tongue darted around
Not daring to for a minute or more.
An involuntary shiver up his spine
As he heard the sound of eerie
A appeared on the banks of the pool
Saliva dripped from its jowls
Hatred smouldered deep in his
Which glowed like coals from fire
It seemed to as it crouched and snarled
And watched as the boatman to tire.
It was almost as the wolf had learned
For it did not as the others had done
But bided its time until the was right
And sprang as the boatman into the sun
But the boatman too had to hold back
And holding his as though a knife
He it deep into the wolf's heart
Then fell to his knees and for his life.
As he felt a on his shoulder he whirled
To find the by his side
She smiled and the world seemed to open him
He to speak but his tongue was tied
You must plunge the sword into my heart
Lest I should crumble into
She offered the the meaning of life
And love, if he could but lust.
She bared her breasts his eyes
The boatman still was dumb
He flung the sword back the water
Back to the depths from which it had
The water around him to boil
The maiden to wither away
His was swamped as the creatures arose
And lived for another day.