Love versus Learning 愛情對学问@};-
Alas, for the blight of my fancies! Alas, for the fall of my pride! I planned, in my girlish romances, To be a philosopher's bride.
I pictured him learned and witty, The sage and the lover combined, Not scorning to say I was pretty, Nor only adoring my mind.
No elderly, spectacled Mentor, But one who would worship and woo; Perhaps I might take an inventor, Or even a poet would do.
And tender and gay and well-favoured, My fate overtook me at last: I saw, and I heard, and I wavered, I smiled, and my freedom was past.
He promised to love me for ever, He pleaded, and what could I say? I thought he must surely be clever, For he is an Oxford M.A.
But now, I begin to discover My visions are fatally marred; Perfection itself as a lover, He's neither a sage nor a bard.
明续
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