People grow with time

I am haggard by dreams,

Wind and rain, in a stream

Poseidon carved out of marble;

And all day long I was watching

The beauty of this lady

As if I found it in a book

A kind of painted beauty,

I am pleased with the fullness of my eyes

Or the agility of the ears,

Glad to be wise,

Because people grow with the years;

But, but,

Is this my dream, or is it real?

Oh, I wish we had met

When I have a burning youth!

But i’m old in my dream

Wind and rain, in a stream

Poseidon carved out of marble.

People grow with time”的一个响应

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