earthur2005-09-16 06:10:56





      Tears

      Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
      Tears from the depth of some divine despair
      Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
      In looking on the happy Autumn-fields,
      And thinking of the days that are no more.

      Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail,
      That brings our friends up from the underworld,
      Sad as the last which reddens over one
      That sinks with all we love below the verge;
      So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.







silly-kitt2005-09-16 06:44:27
好清幽!
tim89232005-09-16 06:50:23
鸟儿叫滴开心,女儿唱滴揪心;看滴偶眼冒金星.
书童2005-09-16 07:02:33
喜欢!谢谢!