济慈诗歌和书信选(英文版)47 This Living Hand, Now Warm and Capable（打印版）

　　This Living Hand, Now Warm and Capable

　　This living hand, now warm and capable

　　Of earnest grasping, would, if it were cold

　　And in the icy silence of the tomb,

　　So haunt thy days and chill thy dreaming nights

　　That thou wouldst wish thine own heart dry of blood

　　So in my veins red life might stream again,

　　And thou be conscience-calm'd- see here it is-

　　I hold it towards you. - -

　　THE END