上海龙凤shlf最新地址Poem: My Voice

Within this restless, hurried, modern world

上海龙凤shlf最新地址We took our hearts' full pleasure - You and I,

And now the white sails of our ship are furled,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址And spent the lading of our argosy.

Wherefore my cheeks before their time are wan,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址For very weeping is my gladness fled,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Sorrow has paled my young mouth's vermilion,

And Ruin draws the curtains of my bed.

But all this crowded life has been to thee

上海龙凤shlf最新地址No more than lyre, or lute, or subtle spell

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Of viols, or the music of the sea

上海龙凤shlf最新地址That sleeps, a mimic echo, in the shell.