第48章

WHY?

THE murmur of a bee A witchcraft yieldeth me.

If any ask me why, 'T were easier to die Than tell.

The red upon the hill Taketh away my will;

If anybody sneer, Take care, for God is here, That's all.

The breaking of the day Addeth to my degree;If any ask me how, Artist, who drew me so, Must tell!