II.

Ah, could I clasp thee in mine arms,

And thou not feel me there,

Asleep and free from vain alarms,

Asleep and unaware!

Ah, could I kiss thy pallid cheek,

And thou not know me nigh;

Asleep at last, and very meek,

Who wert as proud as I.

Lyrics selected from the works of A. Mary F. Robinson · 第 59 / 81 题