名人诗歌|ANTHOLOGY OF MASSACHUSETTS POETS (8)

YOU may think my life is quiet. I find it full of change, An ever-varied diet, As piquant^{1 as 'tis strange.}

Wild thoughts are always flying, Like sparks across my brain, Now flashing out, now dying, To kindle^{2 soon again.}

Fine fancies set me thrilling, And subtle monsters creep Before my sight unwilling^{3： They even haunt my sleep.}

One broad, perpetual riot Enfolds me night and day. You think my life is quiet？ You don't know what you say.