 Breathing like one that hath a weary dream. Full-faced above the valley stood the moon; And like a downward smoke, the slender stream Along the cliff to fall and pause and fall did seem. A land of streams! some, like a downward smoke, Slow-dropping veils...  Poems - 第 175 頁Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson 著 - 1842 - 231 頁完整檢視 - 關於此書
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