Life is Bitter William Ernest Henley
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Life is bitter. All the faces of the years,
Young and old, are gray with travail and with tears.
Must we only wake to toil, to tire, to weep?
In the sun, among the leaves, upon the flowers,
Slumber stills to dreamy death the heavy hours …
Let me sleep.
Riches won but mock the old, unable years;
Fame’s a pearl that hides beneath a sea of tears;
Love must wither, or must live alone and weep.
In the sunshine, through the leaves, across the flowers,
While we slumber, death approaches through the hours …
Let me sleep.
Comments
VV
不認識這作者 (平常沒在讀英文詩)
讀完想說應該很晚年才寫出這首詩吧!
搜尋了一下生平,才發現我錯了~QQ
話說,我喜歡兩段同樣的結構與對應每一句的相同結尾~