笔下文学
会员中心 我的书架

LXXVI

(快捷键←)[上一章]  [回目录]  [下一章](快捷键→)

timidly i cowered in the shadow of safety, but now, when the surge of joy carries my heart upon its crest, my heart clings to the cruel rock of its trouble.

i sat alone in a corner of my house thinking it too narrow for any guest, but now when its door is flung open by an unbidden joy i find there is room for thee and for all the world.

i walked upon tiptoe, careful of my person, perfumed, and adorned—but now when a glad whirlwind has overthrown me in the dust i laugh and roll on the earth at thy feet like a child.

先看到这(加入书签) | 推荐本书 | 打开书架 | 返回首页 | 返回书页 | 错误报告 | 返回顶部