精美英文小诗：My Picture Left in Scotland

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　　I now think love is rather deaf，than blind，
　　For else it could not be，
( e* g) s7 r7 J　　That she，
$ k# c/ t# g. m$ {/ ^　　Whom I adore so much，should so slight me，
　　And cast my love behind：
　　I'm sure my language was as sweet，
　　And every close did meet
　　In sentence of as subtle feet
1 ~# u+ H' ~/ |　　As hath the youngest he，
$ a' c4 i0 v' l- T: l　　That sits in shadow of Apollo's tree.
　　Oh， but my conscious fears，
! s; {: ?+ a: o. C& a　　That fly my thoughts between，
　　Tell me that she hath seen
) I, S2 L8 u- |; y5 f　　My hundreds of gray hairs，
　　Told seven and forty years，
　　Read so much waist， as she cannot embrace
　　My mountain belly and my rock face，
8 L7 h* l/ ^7 ^  L　　As all these， through her eyes， have stopt her ears.