它将在这最终的归宿迸裂。
I arise fro dreas of thee
In the first sweet sleep of night，
When the ds are breathg low，
And the stars are shg bright；
I arise fro dreas of thee，
And a spirity feet
Hath led —who knows how？
To thy chaber dow， Sweet！
The wanderg airs they fat
On the dark， the silent strea—
The Chapak odors fail
Like sweet thoughtsa drea；
The nightgales pt.
It dies upon her heart；—
As I t on the，
Oh， beloved as thou art！
Oh liftfro the grass！
I die！I fat！I fail！
Let thy lovekisses ra
On y lips and eyelids pale.
My check is ld and white， as！
My heart beats loud and fast；—
Oh！Press it to the own aga，
Where it will break at st.