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My heart is tuned1 to sorrow, and the strings Vibrate most readily to minor2 chords, Searching and sad; my mind is stuffed with words Which voice the passion and the ache of things: Illusions beating with their baffled wings Against the walls of circumstance, and hoards Of torn desires, broken joys; records Of all a bruised3 life's maimed imaginings. Now you are come! You tremble like a star Poised where, behind earth's rim4, the sun has set. Your voice has sung across my heart, but numb And mute, I have no tones to answer. Far Within I kneel before you, speechless yet, And life ablaze5 with beauty, I am dumb. 点击收听单词发音
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