第16章 不要再问我（2/2）

固定在那里，犹如在他们的家。

Ask no ore where Jove bestows，

When June is past， the fadg rose；

For your beautys orient deep，

These flowers， as their caes， sleep.

Ask no ore whither do stray

The golden atos of the day；

For pure love heaven did prepare

Those powders to enrich your hair.

Ask no ore whither doth haste

The nightgale， when May is past；

For your sweet dividg throat

She ters， and keeps war her note.

Ask no ore where those stars light，

That downwards fall dead of night；

For your eyes they sit， and there

Fixed bee， as their sphere.