双重的沉默就是一首爱情之歌。
Your hands lie openthe long fresh grass，—
The fger-pots look through like rosy bloos：
Your eyes sile peace. The pasture gleas and gloos
h billog skies that scatter and aass.
All round our ， far as the eyepass，
Are golden kgcup-fields with silver edge
Where the w-parsley skirts the hawthorn-hedge.
Tis visible sileill as the hss.
Deepthe sun-searched growths the dragon-fly
Hangs like a be-thread loosened fro the sky；
So this gd hour is dropt tofro above.
Oh！Csp we to our hearts， for deathless dower，
This close-panioned articute hour
When o-fold silence was the song of love.