精美英文小诗：My Picture Left in Scotland

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　　I now think love is rather deaf，than blind，
6 b& F+ k! l  F9 q& E- o2 h　　For else it could not be，
. Y0 W8 g; j5 T2 S6 ~6 ^3 A+ B　　That she，
　　Whom I adore so much，should so slight me，
& S" r# F  [+ D. u* Q& v　　And cast my love behind：
　　I'm sure my language was as sweet，
　　And every close did meet
　　In sentence of as subtle feet
　　As hath the youngest he，
/ h: V2 j. v  j' r/ l　　That sits in shadow of Apollo's tree.
　　Oh， but my conscious fears，
7 q4 s+ v' L* ]　　That fly my thoughts between，
$ C* k1 o( V  p7 g8 h, F　　Tell me that she hath seen
　　My hundreds of gray hairs，
* c% s8 [/ C( N: w　　Told seven and forty years，
3 T; n" |7 w: Y/ [8 F# j　　Read so much waist， as she cannot embrace
　　My mountain belly and my rock face，
　　As all these， through her eyes， have stopt her ears.
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