how many groups does the old english poetry fall into? what are they?

If I can stop one heart from breaking,

I shall not live in vain;

If I can ease one life the aching,

Or cool one pain,

Or help one fainting robin

Unto his nest again,

I shall not live in vain.

If I can relieve a heart from sorrow

I will not live in vain

If I can relieve a life of pain

To soothe a bitterness

To help a fainting robin

To return to the nest

I am worthy of this life .

About 1864

Translated by Jiang Feng

Wild Nights! Wild Nights!Wild Nights! Wild Nights!

Were I with thee,

Wild Nights should be

Our luxury!

Futile the winds

To a heart in port, --

Done with the compass,

Done with the chart!

Rowing in Eden!

Ah! the sea!

Might I but moor

To-night in Thee!

A stormy night, a rainy night

A stormy night, a rainy night!

If you and I were together,

On a stormy night, it would be

our paradise!

The wind blows in vain,

Because the heart has entered the port -

There is no need for a compass anymore,

No more Aerial charts are required.

Rolling in the Garden of Eden—

Ah, this ocean!

Tonight, wish I—

Moored into your harbor!

Heart, we will forget him!Heart, we will forget him!

You an I, tonight!

You may forget the warmth he gave, < /p>

I will forget the light.

When you have done, pray tell me

That I my thoughts may dim;

Haste! lest while you're lagging.

I may remember him!

Heart, we forget him

Heart, we forget him!

Me and you—tonight!

You can forget the warmth he gave -

I want to forget the light!

When you forget, please send me a message

so that I can start immediately!

Hurry! Lest you delay—

I think of him again!

My Life Closed Twice Before it ClosedMy life closed twice before its close;

It yet remains to see

If Immortality unveil

A third event to me,

So huge, so hopeless to conceive,

As these that twice befell.

Parting is all we know of heaven, < /p>

And all we need of hell.

My life has ended twice before it ends

My life has ended twice before it ends

It will have to wait and see

Whether eternity will show me

the third event.

As important as the previous two times

Just as disappointing.

Parting is everything we experience in heaven,

Everything we lack in hell.

I heard a Fly buzzI heard a Fly buzz--when I died--

The Stillness in the Room

Was like the Stillness in the Air- -

Between the Heaves of Storm--

The Eyes around--had wrung them dry--

And Breaths were gathering firm

< p>For that last Onset--when the King

Be witnessed--in the Room--

I willed my Keepsakes--Signed away

What portions of me be

Assignable--and then it was

There interposed a Fly--

With Blue--uncertain stumbling Buzz--

Between the light--and me--

And then the Windows failed--and then

I could not see to see--

I heard the buzz of flies - when I died

There was silence in the room

It was like the air had suddenly calmed down -

In In the break of the storm

Look into my eyes - the tears have run out -

My breathing is gradually getting tighter

Waiting for the last moment - God is here In the room

The moment of revelation - arrival

I have divided - about me

Everything that can be divided

< p>Thing - and then I saw

A fly -

Blue - a subtle undulating buzz

In my - - and light - between

Then the window closed - and then

It was pitch black before my eyes -

Lingshi Translation