“So weeping, how a mystic Shape did move
Behind me, and drew me backward by the hair;
And a voice said in mastery, while I strove, --
`Guess now who holds thee?' -- `Death.' I said. But, there
The silver answer rang, -- `Not Death, but love.' ”
(译文:我背后正有个神秘的黑影
在移动,而且一把揪住了我的发,
往后拉,还有一声吆喝(我只是在挣扎):
“这回是谁逮住了你?猜!”“死,”我答话。
但,听,那银铃似的回音:“不是死,是爱!”