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The Arrow
By William Butler Yeats
I thought of your beauty, and this arrow,
Made out of a wild thought, is in my marrow.
There’s no man may look upon her, no man;
As when newly grown to be a woman,
Tall and noble but with face and bosom
Delicate in colour as apple blossom.
This beauty's kinder, yet for a reason
I could weep that the old is out of season.
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想起你的可爱来，就教我归心似箭。
那个迫切的愿望，一直深藏我心间。
没有人理解过你，蓦地就沧海桑田。
除了年少的容颜，什么也不能改变，
你那执着的信念，素面朝天的乐观，
就像蛰伏的花簇，迎接复苏的春天。
我不曾如此地满怀感激，为你许下这个诺言，
那无法自持的热泪盈眶，教会我原谅了冬天。
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