原文 (英語)

TO J. H. AND E. W. H.   Nourished by peaceful suns and gracious dew,   Your sweet youth budded and your sweet lives grew,   And all the world seemed rose-beset for you.   The rose of beauty was your mutual dower,   The stainless rose of love, an early flower,   The stately blooms of ease and wealth and power.   And treading thus on pathways flower-bestrewn,   It well might be, that, cold and careless grown,   You both had lived for your own joys alone.   But,