精華區beta poetry 關於我們 聯絡資訊
"The Sentinel's Night Song" "I cannot, must not, be merry! When all good folk asleep, I must keep my watch, Full of sorrow." "Ah, lad, do not be sorrowful! I will wait for you in the garden of roses, In the field of green clover." "To the green clover I cannot go, My place is in the field of arms Where the halberds are thick." "When you stand on the battleground God grant you His aid! All depends upon God's blessing For him who believes." "He who believes is far away. He is a king, an emperor. He leads the battle. Halt! Who goes there! The patrol. Stand away from me." "Who sang here, at thie hour? A forlorn sentinel Sang his song at midnight." --- After reading this, do you know who is talking to the soldier? A ghost she is! -- if music be the food of love, tho' yet the treat is only sound. Sure I must perish by your charms, unless you save me in your arms. ---- Heveningham/Weichin Chen -- ※ 發信站: 批踢踢實業坊(ptt.csie.ntu.edu.tw) ◆ From: 61.226.56.97