本帖最后由 xiaoxiao 于 19/8/2013 18:44 编辑
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
当你老了--叶芝
当你年老,花白,睡意正浓,
在火炉边打盹,取下这本书,
慢慢阅读,梦见你眼中一度
发出之柔光,以及深深暗影;
多少人爱你愉悦丰采的时光,
爱你的美,以或真或假之情,
祇一个人爱你朝圣者的心灵,
爱你变化的容颜蕴藏的忧伤;
并且俯身红光闪闪的栏栅边,
带点哀伤,喃喃低语
爱怎样逃逸,逡巡於头顶的高山上
且将他的脸隐匿於群星之间
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