Beside the ungathered rice he lay, His sickle in his hand;His breast was bare,his matted hair Was buried in the sand.Again,in the mist and shadow of sleep. He saw his Native Land.
文摘Beside the ungathered rice he lay, His sickle in his hand;His breast was bare,his matted hair Was buried in the sand.Again,in the mist and shadow of sleep. He saw his Native Land.