SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE AND OTHER LOVE POEMS 精彩片段:
Rosalind's Scroll
Rosalinds Scroll
I LEFT thee last, a child at heart,
A woman scarce in years:
I come to thee, a solemn corpse
Which neither feels nor fears.
I have no breath to use in sighs;
They laid the dead-weights on mine eyes
To seal them safe from tears.
Look on me with thine own calm look:
I meet it calm as thou.
No look of thine can change this smile,
Or break thy sinful vow:
I tell thee that my poor scornd heart
Is of thine earth--thine earth--a part: