精美英文小诗：My Picture Left in Scotland

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　　I now think love is rather deaf，than blind，
　　For else it could not be，
　　That she，
! f$ @0 {4 ~  [. B8 R: m, X　　Whom I adore so much，should so slight me，
2 i5 q% W# S! p( b9 G! V) l　　And cast my love behind：
　　I'm sure my language was as sweet，
9 [- i- \9 R- s* Y　　And every close did meet
　　In sentence of as subtle feet
　　As hath the youngest he，
　　That sits in shadow of Apollo's tree.
# Q% x* p% r. r$ K7 I% g$ K　　Oh， but my conscious fears，
" `, g8 t; f: P  P' u" l　　That fly my thoughts between，
　　Tell me that she hath seen
* S7 [7 |4 Z& m% O) f, @) |& P　　My hundreds of gray hairs，
　　Told seven and forty years，
. @3 s/ }) X2 D5 ?/ x　　Read so much waist， as she cannot embrace
# [9 X5 ]1 T% g  Q8 Y* N4 q' @1 U　　My mountain belly and my rock face，
" r  h1 c+ L8 q( q, U　　As all these， through her eyes， have stopt her ears.
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