What lips my lips havekissed, and where, and why,
I haveforgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head tillmorning; but the rain
Is full ofghosts tonight, that tap sigh
Upon the glass andlisten for reply；
And in myheart there stirs a quiet pain
For unremembered ladsthat not again
Will turnto me at midnight with a cry．
Thus in the winterstands the lonely tree,
Nor knowswhat birds have vanished one by one,
Yet knows its boughsmore silent than before：
I cannotsay what loves have come and gone；
I only know that summersang in me
A littlewhile, that in me sings no more．
I Wish I could remember that first day,
First hour, first moment of your meeting me,
If bright or dim the season, it might be
Summer or Winter for aught I can say；
So unrecorded did it slip away,
So blind was I to see and to foresee,
So dull to mark the budding of my tree
That would not blossom yet for many a day．
If only I could recollect it, such
A day of days! I let it come and go
As traceless as a thaw of bygone snow；
It seemed to mean so little, meant so much；
If only now I could recall that much,
First touch of hand in hand---Did one butknow!
WHEN we two parted
In silence and tears
Half broken-hearted
To sever for years
Pale grew thy cheek and cold
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this!
The dew of the morning
Sunk chill on my brow;
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken
And light is thy fame:
I hear thy name spoken
And share in its shame.
They name thee before me
A knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o'er me—
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee
Who knew thee too well:
Long long shall I rue thee
Too deeply to tell.
In secret we met:
In silence I grieve
That thy heart could forget
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
After long years
How should I greet thee?—
With silence and tears.
[groupid=828]中国诗社[/groupid]作者: 叶如钢 时间: 2015-9-30 19:01 本帖最后由 叶如钢 于 2015-9-30 19:09 编辑