经典英文诗歌欣赏2：

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经典英文诗歌欣赏2：　　No man hath dared to write this thing as yet,
　　And yet I know, how that the souls of all men great
　　At times pass athrough us,
　　And we are melted into them, and are not
　　Save reflexions of their souls.
　　Thus am I Dante for a space and am
% m. \* W! u7 V$ s: r　　One Francois Villon, ballad-lord and thief,
: ]. s1 X1 T! w+ T　　Or am such holy ones I may not write
3 ^5 I5 m/ a# z1 p( e　　Lest blasphemy be writ against my name;
. _: D( c- r5 b. O/ |　　This for an instant and the flame is gone.
　　'Tis as in midmost us there glows a sphere
　　Translucent, molten gold, that is the "I"
. [2 ]  q: `" p8 F0 J　　And into this some form projects itself:
　　Christus, or John, or eke the Florentine;
　　And as the clear space is not if a form's
　　Imposed thereon,
　　So cease we from all being for the time,
' R" j0 P! T) v8 g- f　　And these, the Masters of the Soul, live on.