P. B. Shelley - On a Faded Violet 汉译

1

The odour from the flower is gone

Which like thy kisses breathed on me;

The colour from the flower is flown

Which glowed of thee and only thee!

2

A shriveled, lifeless, vacant form,

It lies on my abandoned breast,

And mocks the heart which yet is warm,

With cold and silent rest.

3

I weep, – my tears revive it not!

I sigh, – it breathes no more on me;

Its mute and uncomplaining lot

Is such as mine should be.

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