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To—Yet took on me—take not eyes awayWhich feed upon the love with in my ownWhich is indeed but the reflected rayOf thine own beauty from my spirit thrownYet speak to me—thy voice is as the toneOf my heart's echo,and I think I hearThat thou yet lovest me;yet thou aloneLike one before a mirror,without careOf aught but thine own features,imaged thereAnd yet I wear out life in watching thee;A toil so sweet at times,and thou indeedAnd kind when I am sick,and pity me……
2008年12月06日 10点12分