英文诗歌赏析：Epilogue

　　Epilogue

　　Truly， my Satan， thou art but a dunce，

　　And dost not know the garment from the man;

　　Every harlot was a virgin once，

　　Nor canst thou ever change Kate into Nan.

　　Tho' thou art worship'd by the names divine

　　Of Jesus and Jehovah， thou art still

　　The Son of Morn in weary Night's decline，

　　The lost traveller's dream under the hill.