名人诗歌|THE GOLDEN THRESHOLD(25)

THE NEW HATH COME AND NOW THE OLD RETIRES： And so the past becomes a mountain-cell, Where lone^{1, apart, old hermit-memories dwell In consecrated2 calm, forgotten yet Of the keen heart that hastens to forget Old longings3 in fulfilling new desires.}

And now the Soul stands in a vague, intense Expectancy^{4 and anguish5 of suspense6, On the dim chamber-threshold . . . lo！ he sees Like a strange, fated bride as yet unknown, His timid future shrinking there alone, Beneath her marriage-veil of mysteries.}