玫瑰 The Rose by Christina Georgina Rossetti(1830-1894) 英国 克利丝汀娜·罗赛蒂原著 徐家祯翻译
The lily has a smooth stalk, Will never hurt your hand; But the rose upon her brier Is lady of the land. There's sweetness in an apple tree, And profit in the corn;
But lady of all beauty Is a rose upon a thorn. When with moss and honey She tips her bending brier, And half unfolds her glowing heart, She sets the world on fire.