So I
I thought once how Theocritus had sung
Of the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years,
Who eae in a gracious hand appears
To bear a gift for mortals, old or young:
And, as I mused it in his antique tongue,
I saw, in gradual vision through my tears,
The sweet, sad years, the melancholy years,
Those of my own life, who by turns had flung
A shadow ae. Straightway I was ware,
So weeping, how a mystic Shape did move
Behind me, and drew me backward by the hair:
And a voice said in mastery, while I strove,--
Guess now who holds thee ? -- Death, I said. But, there,
The silver answer rang,-- Not Death, but Love.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
So I: I Thought Once How Theocritus
I thought once how Theocritus had sung
Of the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years,
Who eae in a gracious hand appears
To bear a gift for mortals, old or young;
And, as I mused it in his antique tongue,
I saw, in gradual vision through my tears,
The sweet, sad years, the melanch……（内容加载失败！）
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