The Rose Tree

作品:Selected Poems of W. B. Yeats 作者:叶芝 字数: 下载本书  举报本章节错误/更新太慢

    O ORDS are lightly spoken,

    Said Pearse to Connolly,

    Maybe a breatic words

    ree;

    Or maybe but a  blows

    Across tter sea.

    quot;It needs to be but ered,

    James Connolly replied,

    quot;to make t again

    And spread on every side,

    And she bud

    to be the gardens pride.

    quot;But wer,

    Said Pearse to Connolly,

    quot;he wells are parched away?

    O plain as plain can be

    t our own red blood

    Can make a rigree.