标题: Song Of Love [打印本页] 作者: 海外逸士 时间: 2008-10-29 16:51 标题: Song Of Love
1) Burn, the flame of love,
Oh, burn in my heart!
The holiest fire,
If once kindled,
Will never die
Through time and tide.
2) The love's soul be made noble,
The love's heart be made brave,
And love's self unselfish,
By that sacred light!
And all the dirts and filths
Be consumed in that blaze!
3) Two of such hearts
Nothing can hinder
From eternal union
That brings Heaven's blessing,
For what is the best
Can endure Time's test.
4) Free is my heart
That hovers like a lark
In the vast blue sky;
But where to seek a nest
For a comfortable rest
From long weary flight?
5) A nest of purest gold
Set with sparkling gems----
That's another heart,
Chastest and tenderest,
In a maiden's bosom,
Shining with every virtue.
6) Be there such another heart
Within the bounds of the world,
Let mine lie in thine,
If each worth the other;
And in the holiest flame,
Both will melt into one.
7) Like thunder in a valley,
Love has its echo too;
That's from another heart.
So long has my heart cried,
Resounding twixt heaven & earth,
But where is the response?
8) The sweetest songs of love
Are the voiceless melodies,
Played upon the heart-strings
With the perfect harmonies
That pervade the night sky
Burning with sable fire.
9) The sweetest dreams of love
Are the heavenly visions,
Only dreamt in golden youth,
With a romantic hue,
Filled with scenes of fairyland
And the mirth of paradise.
10) The greatest sorrows of love
Are egoism and faithlessness,
That sadden the loving heart
And blight the devoted soul
More deeply and grievously
Than anything on good earth.
11) What's the color of love?
Love has many colors:
It has blue feelings,
It has a green eye,
It has pink spectacles,
It may cause a red fight;
Sometimes it is black,
Sometimes it is purple,
Sometimes it is yellow,
Sometimes it is white.
12) Fie, Venus, great impostor,
Thou hast long deceived me
Into the pursuit of pure love,
And advised me unwearily
To prostrate and place at thy feet
My innocent and honest heart.
13) But luckily enough now
I've discovered thy lies:
There is no such a thing
In this wide world
That can be called pure love
But what's the poet's illusion.
