终于结束了,和预想的完全不搭架……
附上诗歌原文:
英诗:not death,but Love
by Elizabeth Barret Browing
I thought once how Theocritus had sung
Of the sweet years,the dear and wished for years,
Who each one in a gracious hand appears
To bear a gift for mortals,old or young
And,as i mused it in his antique tongue,
I saw,in gradual vision through my tears,
Those of my own life,who by turns had flung
A shadow across me.Straightway i was's ware,
So weeping,how a mystic Shape did move
Behind me,and drew me backward by the hair;
And a voice said in mastery,while I strove,....
"Guess now who holds thee?"--"death",I said. but there,
The silver answer rang,..."not death,but Love"