不再是那希腊少年，
而是一株水仙花。
Look noty eyes， for fear
They irror true the sight I see，
And there you fd your face too clear
And love it and be lost like ，
Ohe long nights through t lie
Spentstar-defeated sighs，
But why should you as well as I perish？
Gaze noty eyes.
A Gre d， as I hear tell，
Ohat any lovedva，
Looked to a forest well
And never looked away aga.
There， wheurfsprgti flowers，
With downward eye and gazes sad，
Stands aid the gncg showers
A jonquil， not a Gre d.