名人诗歌|Sonnets（二）

To * * * * * Had I A Man's Fair Form

Had I a man's fair form， then might my sighs

Be echoed swiftly through that ivory shell，

Thine ear， and find thy gentle heart； so well

Would passion arm me for the enterprise：

But ah！ I am no knight^{1 whose foeman dies；}

No cuirass glistens^{2 on my bosom's swell3；}

I am no happy shepherd of the dell

Whose lips have trembled with a maiden's eyes.

Yet must I doat upon thee，-call thee sweet，

Sweeter by far than Hybla's honey'd roses

When steep'd in dew rich to intoxication^4.

Ah！ I will taste that dew， for me 'tis meet，

And when the moon her pallid^{5 face discloses.}

I'll gather some by spells， and incantation.