De Profundis
I
The face, which, duly as the sun,
Rose up for me with life begun,
To mark all bright hours of the day
With hourly love, is dimmed away—
A my days go on, go on.
II
The tongue which, like a stream, could run
Smooth musi the roughest stone,
And every m with Good day
Make each day good, is hushed away,
A my days go on, go on.
III
The heart which, like a staff, was one
For mio lean a upon,
The stro on the lo day
With steadfast love, is caught away,
A my days go on, go on.
IV
And cold before my summers done,
And deaf in Natures general tune,
And fallen too low for special fear,
And here, with hope no longer here,
While the tears drop, my days go on.
V
The woes whispering to its own,
‘This anguish pierces to the bone;’
And tender friends go sighing round,
‘What love ever cure this wound ?
My days go on, my days go on.
VI
The past rolls forward on the sun
And makes all night. O dreams begun,
Not to be ended! Ended bliss,
And life that will ……（内容加载失败！）
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