lanchercat

白朗宁夫人抒情十四行诗集第十二首


Indeed this very love which is my boast,

And which, when rising up from breast to brow,

Doth crown me with a ruby large enow              

To draw men’s eyes and prove the inner cost, ...

This love even, all my worth, to the uttermost,

I should not love withal, unless that thou      

Hadst set me an example, shown me how,

When first time thine earnest eyes with mine were crossed
         
And love called love. And thus, I cannot speak

Of love even, as a good thing of my own.

Thy soul hath snatched up mine all faint and weak

And placed by thee on a golden throne, --

And that I love (O soul, we must meek!)

Is by thee only, whom I love alone.

我更喜欢这一首，Justin应该念给Brian ....