名人诗歌|Lines Written in Dejection

The round green eyes and the long wavering bodies

Of the dark leopards^{1 of the moon？}

All the wild witches， those most noble ladies，

For all their broom-sticks and their tears，

Their angry tears， are gone.

The holy centaurs^{2 of the hills are vanished；}

I have nothing but the embittered^{3 sun；}

Banished^{4 heroic mother moon and vanished，}

And now that I have come to fifty years

I must endure the timid sun.