音乐,虽然消失了柔声,
却仍旧在记忆里颤动——
芬芳,虽然早谢了紫罗兰,
却留存在它所刺激的感官。
玫瑰花,当她的花时尽了,
用落红为她的所爱铺成锦床;
对你的思念也如此,待你远行了,
爱情就枕着思念进入梦乡。
To——Shelley
Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.
Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heap'd for the beloved's bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.
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