Poem: Vita Nuova

上海龙凤shlf最新地址I stood by the unvintageable sea

Till the wet waves drenched face and hair with spray;

上海龙凤shlf最新地址The long red fires of the dying day

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Burned in the west; the wind piped drearily;

And to the land the clamorous gulls did flee:

上海龙凤shlf最新地址'Alas!' I cried, 'my life is full of pain,

And who can garner fruit or golden grain

From these waste fields which travail ceaselessly!'

My nets gaped wide with many a break and flaw,

Nathless I threw them as my final cast

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Into the sea, and waited for the end.

上海龙凤shlf最新地址When lo! a sudden glory! and I saw

上海龙凤shlf最新地址From the black waters of my tortured past

The argent splendour of white limbs ascend!