I.

Give me a rose not merely sweet and fresh,

Not only red and bright,

But caught about in such a thorny mesh

As rankles in delight.

Smile on me, Sweet; but look not only kind:

The smile that most endears

Trembles on pallid lips from eyes half-blind

With brine of bitter tears.

Lyrics selected from the works of A. Mary F. Robinson · 第 58 / 81 题