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Hap-英语诗歌-名人诗歌-经典赏析- Hap 更多英语诗歌-名人诗歌-经典赏析-请点击这里获得 If but some vengeful god would call to me From up the sky， and laugh: "Thou suffering thing， Know that thy sorrow is my ecstasy， that thy love's loss is my hate's profiting～" Then would I bear it， clench myself， and die， Steeled by the sense of ire unmerited; Half-eased in that a Powerfuller than I Had willed and meted me the tears I shed. But not so. How arrives it joy lies slain， And why unblooms the best hope ever sown, ——Crass Casualty obstructs the sun and rain， And dicing Time for gladness casts a moan. . . These purblind Doomsters had as readily strown Blisses about my pilgrimage as pain. 本文章由zleo搜索收集整理