名人诗歌|THE SONNETS by William Shakespeare (31)

XXXI

Thy bosom^{1 is endeared with all hearts, Which I by lacking have supposed dead； And there reigns2 Love, and all Love's loving parts, And all those friends which I thought buried. How many a holy and obsequious3 tear Hath dear religious love stol'n from mine eye, As interest of the dead, which now appear But things remov'd that hidden in thee lie！ Thou art the grave where buried love doth live, Hung with the trophies4 of my lovers gone, Who all their parts of me to thee did give, That due of many now is thine alone： Their images I lov'd, I view in thee, And thouall theyhast all the all of me.}