经典英文诗歌欣赏2：

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经典英文诗歌欣赏2：　　No man hath dared to write this thing as yet,
　　And yet I know, how that the souls of all men great
' \" o# c8 p4 g1 A4 n　　At times pass athrough us,
　　And we are melted into them, and are not
- y  A8 p! y$ Q5 m　　Save reflexions of their souls.
+ E) \# y1 x3 Z+ Q　　Thus am I Dante for a space and am
* J. h3 q* y' u1 x' m/ F2 n( L# Q　　One Francois Villon, ballad-lord and thief,
5 ]$ _2 E; y! y) V% u$ _　　Or am such holy ones I may not write
　　Lest blasphemy be writ against my name;
$ t$ H( Q" O# \  \/ c; s　　This for an instant and the flame is gone.
　　'Tis as in midmost us there glows a sphere
+ M! b7 d6 e% w- k3 o　　Translucent, molten gold, that is the "I"
( t* N- k  I- e: h- z* |* T　　And into this some form projects itself:
& r4 `' m) l5 s% A8 a3 S2 j9 x　　Christus, or John, or eke the Florentine;
　　And as the clear space is not if a form's
　　Imposed thereon,
$ K. G3 @$ Q+ M  U7 J　　So cease we from all being for the time,
　　And these, the Masters of the Soul, live on.