作者skyhawk (冰城城主)
看板poetry
標題Song Offerings -- XXVI
時間Sun Dec 1 03:40:45 2002
Song Offerings -- XXVI
He came and sat by my side but I woke not.
What a cursed sleep it was, O miserable me!
He came when the night was still;
he had his harp in his hands,
and my dreams became resonant with its melodies.
Alas, why are my nights all thus lost?
Ah, why do I ever miss his sight
whose breath touches my sleep?
Rabindranath Tagore
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