The wine that one drinks with one's eyes. Is poured down in waves by moon at night. And a spring tide overflows The silent horizon.
Lusts, thrilling and sweet, Float numberless through the waters! The wine that one drinks with one's eyes Is poured down in waves by the moon at night.
The poet, urged on by his devotions, Becomes intoxicated with the sacred beverage; Enraptured, he turns toward heaven His head, and staggering, sucks and sips The wine that one drinks with one's eyes.
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沉默是金？
回覆刪除Drunk with moonlight
回覆刪除The wine that one drinks with one's eyes.
Is poured down in waves by moon at night.
And a spring tide overflows
The silent horizon.
Lusts, thrilling and sweet,
Float numberless through the waters!
The wine that one drinks with one's eyes
Is poured down in waves by the moon at night.
The poet, urged on by his devotions,
Becomes intoxicated with the sacred beverage;
Enraptured, he turns toward heaven
His head, and staggering, sucks and sips
The wine that one drinks with one's eyes.