#每日一善[超话]#

Sonnet 24

Mine eye hath play'd the painter and hath steel'd

Thy beauty's form in table of my heart;

My body is the frame wherein 'tis held,

And perspective it is best painter's art.

For through the painter must you see his skill,

To find where your true image pictur'd lies;

Which in my bosom's shop is hanging still,

That hath his windows glazed with thine eyes.

Now see what good turns eyes for eyes have done:

Mine eyes have drawn thy shape, and thine for me

Are windows to my breast where-through the sun

Delights to peep, to gaze therein on thee;

Yet eyes this cunning want to grace their art;

They draw but what they see, know not the heart.

#虽离山正[超话]# #每日一善# #阳光信用# ❤

“海水呀，你说的是什么？”“是永恒的疑问。”“天空呀，你回答的话是什么？”“是永恒的沉默。”

What language is thine, O sea? The language of eternal question.

What language is thy answer, O sky? The language of eternal silence.

-Love's Philosophy

The Fountains mingle with the river
And the rivers with the ocean,
The winds of heaven mix for ever
With a sweet emotion
Nothing in the world is single
All things by a law devine
In one another’s being mingle —
Why not I with thine?
See the mountains kiss high heave
And the waves clasp one another
No sister-flower would be forgive
If it disdain’d its brother
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea -
What are all these kissings worth,
If thou kiss not me?