正在阅读《SolitaryWayfarer》
第(1/1)页

RabindranathTagore

InthedeepshadowsoftherainyJuly,

Withsecretsteps,

Thouwalkest, silent

Asnight, eludingallwatchers.

To-daythemorninghascloseditseyes,

Heedlessoftheinsistentcallsoftheloudeastwind,

Andathickveilhasbeendrawnovertheeve-wakefulbluesky.

Thewoodlandshavehushedtheirsongs,

Anddoorsareallshutateveryhouse.

Thouartthesolitarywayfarerinthisdesertedstreet.

Orrather—HepassedUs—

TheDewsdrewquiveringandchill—

ForonlyGossamer, MyGown—

MyTippet—onlyTulle—Ohmyonlyfriend,

MyBestbeloved,

Thegatesareopeninmyhouse—donotpassbylikeadream.