英语背诵名篇64 Those Winter Sundays

Sundays too my father got up early

　　and put his clothes on in the blue black cold,

　　then with cracked hands that ached

　　from labor in the weekday weather made

　　banked fires blaze..no one ever thanked him.

　　

　　I'dwake and hear the cold splintering ,breaking.

　　When the rooms were warm,he'd call,

　　and slowly i would rise and dress,

　　fearing the chronic angers of that house

　　

　　Speaking indifferemtly to him,

　　who had driven out the cold

　　and polished my good shoes as well.

　　What did i know, what did i know

　　of love's austere and lonely offices?