名人诗歌|Ballads and Lyrics of Old France (46)

THE perfect piteous beauty of thy face, Is like a star the dawning drives away； Mine eyes may never see in the bright day Thy pallid^{1 halo, thy supernal2 grace： But in the night from forth3 the silent place Thou comest, dim in dreams, as doth a stray Star of the starry4 flock that in the grey Is seen, and lost, and seen a moment's space.}

And as the earth at night turns to a star, Loved long ago, and dearer than the sun, So in the spiritual place afar, At night our souls are mingled^{5 and made one, And wait till one night fall, and one dawn rise, That brings no noon too splendid for your eyes.}