莎士比亚的第73首
73
Thattimeofyearthoumaystinmebehold,
Whenyellowleaves,ornone,orfewdohang
Uponthoseboughswhichshakeagainstthecold,
Bareruinedchoirs,wherelatethesweetbirdssang.
Inmethouseestthetwilightofsuchday,
Asaftersunsetfadethinthewest,
Whichbyandbyblacknightdothtakeaway,
Death'ssecondselfthatsealsupallinrest.
Inmethouseesttheglowingofsuchfire,
Thatontheashesofhisyouthdothlie,
Asthedeath-bed,whereonitmustexpire,
Consumedwiththatwhichitwasnourishedby.
Thisthouperceiv'st,whichmakesthylovemorestrong,
Tolovethatwell,whichthoumustleaveerelong.