《The Relique》约翰·但恩诗赏析

The Relique

When my grave is broke up againe

Some second ghest to entertaine,

(For graves have learn'd that woman-head

To be to more then one a Bed)

And he that digs it, spies　

A bracelet of bright haire about the bone,

Will he not let'us alone,

And thinke that there a loving couple lies,

Who thought that this device might be some way

To make their soules, at the last busie day,　

Meet at this grave, and make a little stay?

If this fall in a time, or land,

Where mis-devotion doth command,

Then, he that digges us up, will bring

Us, to the Bishop, and the King,　

To make us Reliques; then

Thou shalt be a Mary Magdalen, and I

A something else thereby;

All women shall adore us, and some men;

And since at such time, miracles are sought,　

I would have that age by this paper taught

What miracles wee harmelesse lovers wrought.

First, we lov'd well and faithfully,

Yet knew not what wee lov'd, nor why,

Difference of sex no more wee knew,　

Then our Guardian Angells doe;

Comming and going, wee

Perchance might kisse, but not between those meales;

Our hands ne'r toucht the seales,

Which nature, injur'd by late law, sets free:　

These miracles wee did; but now alas,

All measure, and all language, I should passe,

Should I tell what a miracle shee was.