作者skyhawk (想织有音乐的梦)
看板poetry
标题The Poet's Dream
时间Mon Jan 7 14:48:40 2002
The Poet's Dream
On a Poet's lips I slept,
Dreaming like a love-adept
In the sound his breathing kept;
Nor seeks nor finds he mortal blisses,
But feeds on the aerial kisses
Of shapes that haunt Thought's wildernesses.
He will watch from dawn to gloom
The lake-reflected sun illume
The yellow bees in the ivy-bloom,
Nor heed nor see what things they be --
But from these create he can
Forms more real than living man,
Nurslings of Immortality!
Percy Bysshe Shelley
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