IwentbytheDruidstone
Thatbroodsthegardenwhiteandlone,
AndIspedandlookedattheshiftgshadows,
Thatatsoontsfallthereon
Frothetreehardbywitharhythicsg,
Andtheyshapedyiagg
Totheshadethatawell-knownheadandshoulders
Threwtherewhenshewasgardeng.
Ithoughtherbehdyback,
Yea,herIlonghadlearock,
AndIsaid:“Iasureyouarestandgbehd,
Thoughhowdoyougettothisoldtrack?”
Andtherewasnosoundbutthefallofaleaf
Asasadresponse;andtokeepdownygrief
Iwouldnotturnyheadtodisver
Thattherewasnothgybelief.
YetIwaolookandsee
Thatnobodystoodatthebackof;
ButIthoughtonceore:“Nay,I’llnotunvision
Ashapewhich,sohow,thereaybe.”
SoIwentonsoftlyfrothegde,
Aherbehdthroghershade,
Assheweredeedallapparition—
Myheadunturnedlestydreashouldfade.
作品赏析
作者将心中的“她”描写得若隐若现，反而增加了“她”的神秘感，“我”也在犹豫，“她”是否存在，却还是不忍探究，怕会打碎这个美丽的梦境。