那么，把手指给它们，把嘴唇给我。

Howoftwhenthou，mymusic，musiclay’st，

Uonthatblessedwoodwhosemotionsounds

Withthysweetfingerswhenthougentlysway’st

Thewiryconcordthatmineearconfounds，

DoIenvythosejacksthatnimblelea，

Tokissthetenderinwardofthyhand，

Whilstmyoorliswhichshouldthatharvestrea，

Atthewood’sboldnessbytheeblushingstand！

Tobesotickled，theywouldchangetheirstate

Andsituationwiththosedancingchis，

O’erwhomthyfingerswalkwithgentlegait，

Makingdeadwoodmorebless’dthanlivinglis.

Sincesaucyjackssohayareinthis，

Givethemthyfingers，methylistokiss.

作品赏析

爱情是伟大的，爱情更是自私的。有时候爱情狭隘得连一丁点儿别的东西都容不下，就像诗人嫉妒那些“流淌出轻松悦耳的旋律”“欢快喜悦的琴键”，只因它们能“亲吻你柔软的掌心”。诗人发出感慨：“让我的嘴唇来做那些欢快舞蹈的小木片吧！”可见其用情之深！