I thought I would be the last
shadow in your eyes

He Gives His Beloved Certain Rhymes

Fasten your hair with a golden pin，

And bind up every wandering tress；

I bade my heart build these poor rhymes：

It worked at them，day out，day in，

Building a sorrowful loveliness

Out of the battles of old times。

You need but lift a pearl-pale hand，

And bind up your long hair and sigh；

And all men's hearts must burn and beat；

And candle-like foam on the dim sand，

And stars climbing the dew-dropping sky，

Live but to light your passing feet。

我以为，
能与你到老

他赠给恋人一些诗句

用金发卡束紧你的头发，

束紧每一缕松散的发卷；

我命我心写这些稚嫩的诗行，

昼夜不息，

从悠远的战歌里面

谱一曲忧郁的爱情。

而你，只需抬起手来，

拢起长发，一声轻叹，

便可让所有人疯狂、痴迷；

沙滩上烛火般的浪花，以及

星辰如恒河沙数，都只为了

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