也不会有少女登上海滩。
We areLoves nd today，
Where shall we go？
Love， shall we start or stay，
Or sail or row？
Theres any a d and way，
And never a May but May；
We areloves hand today；
Where shall we go？
Our nd-d is the breath
Of sorrows kissed to death
And joys that were；
Our balst is a rose；
Our way lies where God knows
And love knows where.
We areloves hand today—
Our sean are fledged Loves，
Our asts are bills of doves，
Our decks fe gold；
Our ropes are dead aidshair，
Our stores are love-shafts fair
And anifold.
We areloves nd today—
Where shall we nd you， sweet？
On fields of strange ，
Or fields near ho？
Or where the fire-flowers blow，
Or where the flowers of snow
Or flowers of foa？
We areloves hand today—
Land ， she says， where love
Shows but one shaft， one dove，
O， one nd.—
A shore like that， y dear，
Lies where no an will steer，
No aiden nd.