叶芝 When you are old
When you are old
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.
当你年老
当你年老,头白,睡意正昏昏,
在炉火边打盹,请取下此书,
慢慢阅读,且梦见你的美目
往昔的温婉,眸影有多深;
梦见多少人爱你优雅的韶光,
爱你的美貌,不论假意或真情,
可是有一人爱你朝圣的心灵,
爱你脸上青春难驻的哀伤;
垂下头来,在红光闪耀的炉子旁,
凄然地轻轻诉说那爱情的消逝,
在头顶上的群山巅漫步闲游,
把他的面孔隐没在繁星中间。
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.
当你年老
当你年老,头白,睡意正昏昏,
在炉火边打盹,请取下此书,
慢慢阅读,且梦见你的美目
往昔的温婉,眸影有多深;
梦见多少人爱你优雅的韶光,
爱你的美貌,不论假意或真情,
可是有一人爱你朝圣的心灵,
爱你脸上青春难驻的哀伤;
垂下头来,在红光闪耀的炉子旁,
凄然地轻轻诉说那爱情的消逝,
在头顶上的群山巅漫步闲游,
把他的面孔隐没在繁星中间。
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