Away! Away! For I will fly to thee,
Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards,
But on the viewless wings of Poesy,
Though the dull brain perplexes and retards:
Already with thee! Tender is the night,
And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne,
Clustered around by all her starry fays;
But here there is no light,
Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown
Though verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.

有一天看到豆瓣上有人说亚历山大蒲柏的诗动人，有哲理
虽说茄子生菜各有所爱
可是也不能是非不分吧
还真是什么人都有啊= =