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There has fallen a splendid tear From the passion-flower at the gate. She is coming, my dove, my dear; She is coming, my life, my fate; The red rose cries, ‘She is near, she is near;’ And the white rose weeps, ‘She is late;’ The larkspur listens, ‘I hear, I hear;’ And the lily whispers, ‘I wait.’

门口的西番莲花开了一滴灿烂的眼泪。她来了，我的鸽子，我亲爱的;她来了，我的生命，我的命运;红玫瑰哭着说:“她来了，她来了。”白玫瑰哭着说:“她来晚了。”

— Alfred, Lord Tennyson 阿尔弗雷德·丁尼生勋爵