ANTHOLOGY OF MASSACHUSETTS POETS (26)
分类: 英语诗歌
THE MIRAGE
ACROSS the Bay are low-lying cliffs, Where stand fishermen's cottages: I can barely distinguish them with the naked eye. But to-day the cliffs are lifted, escarpt, Perpendicular, mysterious, inaccessible, And those sordid dwellings have become The magnificent fortified castles of Sea-kings.