不再回来。
I never was struck before that hour
With love so sudden and so sweet.
Her face it blood like a sweet flower
And stole y heart alete.
My face turned pale as deadly pale，
My legs refed to walk away，
And when she looked What uld I ail？
My life and all seed turo cy.
And then y blood rhed to y face
And took y eyesight quite away.
The trees and bhes round the pce
Seed idnight at noonday.
I uld not see a sgle thg，
Words fro y eyes did start；
They spoke as chords do fro the strg
And blood burnt round y heart.
Art flowers the ters choice？
Is loves bed always snow？
She seed to hear y silent voice
Not loves appeals to know.
I never saw so sweet a face
As that I stood before：
My heart has left its dwellg-pce
Andreturn no ore.