有点累

读首诗再睡吧

先说他的墓志铭：here lies one whose name was written on the water

中文也很美：此地长眠者，声名水上书

The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone --By John Keats

白天逝去了

The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone!

Sweet voice, sweet lips, soft hand, and softer breast,

Warm breath, light whisper, tender semi-tone,

Bright eyes, accomplish'd shape, and lang'rous waist !

Faded the flower and all its budded charms,

Faded the sight of beauty from my eyes,

Faded the shape of beauty from my arms,

Faded the voice, warmth, whiteness, paradise-

Vanish'd unseasonably at shut of eve,

When the dusk holiday or holy night

Of fragrant-curtain'd love begins to weave

The woof of darkness thick, for hid delight;

But, as I've read love's missal through to-day,

He'll let me sleep, seeing I fast and pray.