【简介】感谢网友“雕龙文库”参与投稿，这里小编给大家分享一些，方便大家学习。
She died at play,
Gambolled away
Her lease of spotted hours,
Then sank as gaily as a Turn
Upon a Couch of flowers.
Her ghost strolled softly oer the hill
Yesterday, and Today,
Her vestments as the silver fleece --
Her countenance as spray.
