Malade - Sách nói Miễn phí

AFTER MANY DAYS

     I WONDER if with you, as it is with me,
     If under your slipping words, that easily flow
     About you as a garment, easily,
          Your violent heart beats to and fro!

     Long have I waited, never once confessed,
     Even to myself, how bitter the separation;
     Now, being come again, how make the best
          Reparation?

     If I could cast this clothing off from me,
     If I could lift my naked self to you,
     Or if only you would repulse me, a wound would be
          Good; it would let the ache come through.

     But that you hold me still so kindly cold
     Aloof my flaming heart will not allow;
     Yea, but I loathe you that you should withhold
          Your pleasure now.