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24'

No.1:

AND THOU ART DEAD, AS YOUNG AND FAIR
February,1812

"Heu,quanto minus est cum reliquis versari quam tui meminaisse!"

And thou art dead, as young and fair
As aught of mortal birth;
And form so soft, and charms so Too soon return'd to Earth!
Though Earth received them in her bed
And o'er the spot the crowd may tread
In carelessness or mirth,
There is an eye which could not brook
A moment on that grave to look.

I will not ask where thou liest low,
Nor gaze upon the spot;
There flowers or weeds at will may grow,
So I behold them not:
It is enough for me to prove
That what I loved, and long must love,
Like common earth can rot;
To me there needs no stone to tell,
’Tis Nothing that I loved so well.

Yet did I love thee to the last
As fervently as thou,
Who didst not change through all the past,
And canst not alter now
The love where Death has set his seal,
Nor age can chill, nor rival steal,
Nor falsehood disavow:
And, what were worse, thou canst not see
Or wrong, or change, or fault in me.

The better days of life were ours;
The worst can be but mine:
The sun that cheers, the storm that lowers,
Shall never more be thine.
The silence of that dreamless sleep
I envy now too much to weep;
Nor need I to repine,
That all those charms have pass'd away;
I might have watch'd through long decay.

The flower in ripen'd bloom unmatch'd
Must fall the earliest prey;
Though by no hand untimely snatch'd,
The leaves must drop away;
And ye tit were a greater grief
To watch it withering, leaf by leaf
Than see it pluck'd to-day;
Since earthly eye but ill can bear
To trace the change to foul from fair.

I know not if I could have borne
To see thy beatuies fade;
The night that follow'd such a morn
Had worn a deeper shade:
Thy day without a cloud hath pass'd,
And thou wert lovely to the last;
Extinguish'd, not decay'd;
As stars that shoot along the sky
Shine brightest as they fall from high.

As once I wept, if I could weep,
My tears might well be shed,
To think I was not near to keep
One vigil o'er thy bed;
To gaze, how fondly! On thy face,
To fold thee in a faint embrace,
Uphold thy drooping head;
And show that love, however vain,
Nor thou nor I can feel again.

Yet how much less it were to gain,
Though thou hast left me free,
The loveliest things that still remain,
Than thus remember thee!
The all of thine that cannot die
Through dark and dread Eternity
Returns again to me,
And more thy buried love endears
Than aught except its living years.
你死了
“呵，和别人在一起怎及得对你的追忆！”

你死了，这么年轻、美丽，
没有人比得上你；
你那种娇容、那种颜色，
这么快回到土里！
虽然泥土承受了它，
而人们也将不经意地
在那上面践踏，
却有一个人绝不忍
对你的坟墓注视一瞬。

我不想知道是在哪里
你静静地安眠，
让花草尽情滴滋生吧，
我只不愿意看见：
够了，够了，只要我知道
我的所爱，我心上的人
竟和泥土一样烂掉；
又何必墓碑给我指出
我所爱的原来是虚无。

但我却爱你直到最后，
一如你爱我那般；
你对我始终一心一意，
现在更不会改变。
死亡给爱情贴了封条，
岁月、情敌再不会偷去，
负心又怎样抹掉；
伤心的是：你不能看见
我没有错处或改变。

生命的良辰是我们的，
苦时只由我忍受；
欢愉的太阳，险恶的风暴，
再不会为你所有。
你那无梦之乡的静穆，
我已羡慕得不再哭泣；
我更无须怨诉
你的美色都已毫无踪影，
我至少没见它长期凋零。

那开得最艳的花朵
必然是最先掉落，
而花瓣，虽然没有手攫取，
也会随时间萎缩；
然而，假如等花儿片片萎黄，
那比看它今日突然摘去，
岂不更令人悲伤；
因为人的眼睛怎堪忍受
一个美人儿由美变丑。

我不知道我是否能忍受
看你的没逐渐凋残，
随着这般晨曦而来的夜
一定会更觉得幽暗。
没有云翳的白日过去了，
直至临终你都那么鲜艳，
你熄灭了，而不是枯凋；
你仿佛天上掠过的星星，
在沉默的时候最为光明。

如果我能哭出，像以前，
我应该好好哭一场，
因为在你临危的床边
我不曾有一次探望；
我不曾恋爱地注视着你的脸，
或者把你轻轻抱在怀里，
你的头靠着我永眠；
我该悲恸：无论爱情多空，
呵，你我已不再乐于其中。

可是，从你残留下的珍异，
尽管你都由我拾取，
那我也仍得不了许多，
还不如这样把你回忆！
通过幽暗而可怕的永恒，
你那不会磨灭掉的一切
会重回到我心中；
但你埋葬的爱最使你可亲——
胜过了一切，除了它活的时候。



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