When the game began between them for a jest,  He played king and she played queen to match the best;  Laughter soft as tears ,and tears that turned to laugher ,  These were things she sought for years and sorrowed after.

   Pleasure with dry lips ,and pain that walks by night ;  All the sting and all the stain of long delight ;  These were things he knew not of ,that knew not of her ,  When she played at half a love with half a love .

   Time was chorus , gave them cues to laugh or cry ;  They would kill ,befool ,amuse him , let him die  Set him webs to weave to-day and break to-morrow  Till he died for good in play ,and rose ill sorrow.

   What the years mean ; how time dies and is not slain ;  How love grows and laughs and cries and wanes again ;  These were things she came to know , and take their measure ,  When the play was played out so for one man’s pleasure .

   PS:一首英語小詩,不怎麼美,還請指教。