名人诗歌|In a Myrtle Shade

O my lovely Myrtle-tree？

Love， free Love， cannot be bound

To any tree that grows on ground.

O！ how sick and weary I

Underneath^{1 my Myrtle lie；}

Like to dung upon the ground，

Underneath my Myrtle bound.

Oft my Myrtle sigh'd in vain

To behold^{2 my heavy chain：}

Oft my Father saw us sigh，

And laugh'd at our simplicity^3.

So I smote^{4 him， and his gore5}

Stain'd the roots my Myrtle bore.

But the time of youth is fled，

And grey hairs are on my head.