粉樂園
2008年2月27日 星期三
The princess
Poetry of Alfred, Lord Tennyson.
could we make her as the man,
Sweet Love were slain: his dearest bond is this,
Not like to like, but like in difference.
Yet in the long years liker must they grow.
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