第68章 THE MOON LOOKS IN

I

I have risen again, And awhile survey By my chilly ray Through your window-pane Your upturned face, As you think, "Ah-she Now dreams of me In her distant place!"

II

I pierce her blind In her far-off home:

She fixes a comb, And says in her mind, "I start in an hour;

Whom shall I meet?

Won't the men be sweet, And the women sour!"