第81章 给伊娃（2/2）

摇曳的火光，愈透露出姑娘的神圣。

O fair and stately aid， whose eyes

Were kdledthe upper skies

At the sa torch that lighted e；

For so I t terpret still

Thy sweet doion oer y will，

A sypathy dive.

Ah！Letbless gaze upon

Features that see at heart y own；

Nor fear those watchful sentels，

Who char the ore their gnce forbids

Chaste-glog， uheir lids，

With fire that draws while it repels.