Sonnet
(专辑: Hundred Waters - 2012)
Lift not the
painted veil which those who live Call life: though unreal shapes be pictured here And it but mimic all we would believe with colours idly spread, behind lurk fear and Hope, twin destinies; who ever weave their shadows, o'er the
chasm, sightless and drear I
knew one who had lifted it he sought, for his lost heart was tender, things to love But found them not, alas! Nor was there aught The
world contains, the
which he could approve Through the
unheeding many he did move, A
splendour among shadows, a
bright blot Upon this gloomy scene, a
spirit that strove For truth, and like the
preacher found it not