《The Message》约翰·但恩诗赏析

The Message

Send home my long strayd eyes to mee,

Which (Oh) too long have dwelt on thee,

Yet since there they have learn'd such ill,

Such forc'd fashions,

And false passions,　

That they be

Made by thee

Fit for no good sight, keep them still.

Send home my harmlesse heart againe,

Which no unworthy thought could staine,　

But if it be taught by thine

To make jestings

Of protestings,

And breake both

Word and oath,　

Keepe it, for then 'tis none of mine.

Yet send me back my heart and eyes,

That I may know, and see thy lyes,

And may laugh and joy, when thou

Art in anguish　

And dost languish

For some one

That will none,

Or prove as false as thou art now.