<p>我要把一首十四行情诗送给鲟苗。</p><p><font face="Courier" size="3">Why is my verse so barren of new pride,<br />So far from variation or quick change?<br />Why with the time do I not glance aside<br />To new-found methods and to compounds strange?<br />Why write I still all one, ever the same,<br />And keep invention in a noted weed,<br />That every word doth almost tell my name,<br />Showing their birth and where they did proceed?<br />O, know, sweet love, I always write of you,<br />And you and love are still my argument;<br />So all my best is dressing old words new,<br />Spending again what is already spent:<br />For as the sun is daily new and old,<br />So is my love still telling what is told.</font></p> [此帖子已经被作者于[lastedittime]1218104209[/lastedittime]编辑过] |