A Grain of Sand ä¸ç²æ²å William Blake/å¨å».å¸è±å
To see a world in a grain of sandï¼ And a heaven in a wild fllowerï¼ Hold infinity in the palm of your handï¼ And eternity in an hour.
When You Are Ole å½ä½ èäº When you are old and gray and full of sleep ï¼ And nodding by the fire,take down this book, And slowly read,and drenm of the soft look ï¼ Your eyes had once,and of their shadows deep; How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true; But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face; And bending down beside the glowing bars, Murmur,a little sadly,how love fled And paced upon the mountains overhead, And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
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