¡¡¡¡Day That I Have Loved
¡¡¡¡Tenderly£¬ day that I have loved£¬ I close your eyes£¬
¡¡¡¡And smooth your quiet brow£¬ and fold your thin dead hands.
¡¡¡¡The grey veils of the half-light deepen£» colour dies.
¡¡¡¡I bear you£¬ a light burden£¬ to the shrouded sands£¬
¡¡¡¡Where lies your waiting boat£¬ by wreaths of the sea's making
¡¡¡¡Mist- garlanded£¬ with all grey weeds of the water crowned.
¡¡¡¡There you'll be laid£¬ past fear of sleep or hope of waking£»
¡¡¡¡And over the unmoving sea£¬ without a sound£¬
¡¡¡¡Faint hands will row you outward£¬ out beyond our sight£¬
¡¡¡¡Us with stretched arms and empty eyes on the far-gleaming
¡¡¡¡And marble sand. . . .
¡¡¡¡Beyond the shifting cold twilight£¬
¡¡¡¡Further than laughter goes£¬ or tears£¬ further than dreaming£¬
¡¡¡¡There'll be no port£¬ no dawn-lit islands£¡ But the drear
¡¡¡¡Waste darkening£¬ and£¬ at length£¬ flame ultimate on the deep.
¡¡¡¡Oh£¬ the last fire ¡ª¡ª and you£¬ unkissed£¬ unfriended there£¡
¡¡¡¡Oh£¬ the lone way's red ending£¬ and we not there to weep£¡
¡¡¡¡£¨We found you pale and quiet£¬ and strangely crowned with flowers£¬
¡¡¡¡Lovely and secret as a child. You came with us£¬
¡¡¡¡Came happily£¬ hand in hand with the young dancing hours£¬
¡¡¡¡High on the downs at dawn£¡£© Void now and tenebrous£¬
¡¡¡¡The grey sands curve before me. . . .
¡¡¡¡From the inland meadows£¬
¡¡¡¡Fragrant of June and clover£¬ floats the dark£¬ and fills
¡¡¡¡The hollow sea's dead face with little creeping shadows£¬
¡¡¡¡And the white silence brims the hollow of the hills.
¡¡¡¡Close in the nest is folded every weary wing£¬
¡¡¡¡Hushed all the joyful voices£» and we£¬ who held you dear£¬
¡¡¡¡Eastward we turn and homeward£¬ alone£¬ remembering . . .
¡¡¡¡Day that I loved£¬ day that I loved£¬ the Night is here£¡
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