像风中摇曳的一支细烛。
I a not yours， not lostyou.
Not lost， although I long to be，
Lost as a dle lit at noon，
Lost as a snowfkethe sea.
You love ， and I fd you still
A spirit beautiful and bright，
Yet I a I， who long to be
Lost as a light is lostlight.
Oh， pngedeeplove—put out
My senses， leavedeaf and bld，
Swept by the tepest of your love，
A tapera rhg d.