"The Lost Mistress All's over,then: does truth sound bitter As one at first believes? Hark, 'tis the sparrows' good-night twitter About your cottage eaves! And the leaf-buds on the vine are woolly, I noticed that,to-day; One day more bursts them open fully - You know the red turns grey. To-morrow we "
"Life might last! we can but try!"
"Each life unfulfilled, you see; It hangs still, patchy and scrappy: We have not sighed deep, laughed free, Starved, feasted, despaired, - been happy. And nobody calls you a dunce, And people suppose me clever: This could but have happened once, And we missed it, lost it for ever. 可是我们的生活都不满足, 这生活平静、"