诗歌欣赏:The Spirit Wooed

　　The Spirit Wooed

　　by Philip Larkin

　　Once I believed in you,

　　And then you came,

　　Unquestionably new, as fame

　　Had said you were. But that was long ago.

　　You launched no argument,

　　Yet I obeyed,

　　Straightaway, the instrument you played

　　Distant Down sidestreets, keeping different time,

　　And never questioned what

　　You fascinate

　　In me; if good or not, the state

　　You pressed towards. There was no need to know.

　　Grave pristine absolutes

　　Walked in my mind:

　　So that I was not mute, or blind,

　　As years before or since. My only crime

　　Was holding you too dear.

　　Was that the cause

　　You daily came less near—a pause

　　Longer than life, if you decide it so?