英文诗歌300首 POET TO HIS LOVE

POET TO HIS LOVE

By Maxwell Bodenheim

AN old silver church in a forest

Is my love for you.

The trees around it

Are words that I have stolen from your heart.

An old silver bell, the last smile you gave,

Hangs at the top of my church.

It rings only when you come through the forest

And stand beside it.

And then, it has no need for ringing,

For your voice takes its place.