Say not,beacause no more you see,
In the fair arms of her mother tree,
This infant bloom,the mind of time
Has nipped the flower before the prime;
Or what'er autumn promised to make good
In early fruit is withered in the bud:
But,as when roses breathe away
Their sweet consenting souls,none say
The still deflowers those virgin leaves,
But them extracts,exalts,receives,
Even so has heaven's almighty chemic here
Drawn this pure spirit to its proper sphere.
Sad parents,then,recall your griefs;
Your little one now truly lives,
Your pretty messenger of love,
Your new intelligence above;
Since God created such immortal flowers
To grow in His own paradise,not ours.
[ 本帖最后由 笑里藏悲 于 2010-10-1 19:20 编辑 ]