2014年3月26日 星期三

Twenty Years Ago

 
                    
    Round the house were lilacs and strawberries  

      And foal-foots spangling the paths,   

      And far away on the sand-hills, dewberries      
          Caught dust from the sea's long swaths.        
  
                      Up the wolds the woods were walking,                     
              And nuts fell out of their hair.            
        At the gate the nets hung, balking        
       The star-lit rush of a hare.      
  
           In the autumn fields, the stubble          
                Tinkled the music of gleaning.              
             At a mother's knees, the trouble           
       Lost all its meaning.   
  
        Yea, what good beginnings      
            To this sad end!         
             Have we had our innings?          
      God forfend! 


  D. H. Lawrence