SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE AND OTHER LOVE POEMS 精彩片段:
De Profundis
De Profundis
I
The face, which, duly as the sun,
Rose up for me with life begun,
To mark all bright hours of the day
With hourly love, is dimmed away—
And yet my days go on, go on.
II
The tongue which, like a stream, could run
Smooth music from the roughest stone,
And every morning with Good day
Make each day good, is hushed away,
And yet my days go on, go on.
III