To morrow ere fresh Morning streak the East

With first approach of light, we must be risn,

And at our pleasant labour, to reform [ 625 ]

Yon flourie Arbors, yonder Allies green,

Our walk at noon, with branches overgrown,

That mock our scant manuring, and require

More hands then ours to lop thir wanton growth:

Those Blossoms also, and those dropping Gumms, [ 630 ]

That lie bestrowne unsightly and unsmooth,

Ask riddance, if we mean to tread with ease;

Mean while, as Nature wills, Night bids us rest.

To whom thus Eve with perfet beauty adornd.

My Author and Disposer, what thou bidst [ 635 ]

Unargud I obey; so God ordains,

Loading...

未加载完，尝试【刷新】or【退出阅读模式】or【关闭广告屏蔽】。

尝试更换【Firefox浏览器】or【Chrome谷歌浏览器】打开多多收藏！

移动流量偶尔打不开，可以切换电信、联通、Wifi。

收藏网址：www.dd123.cc

(＞人＜；)