P. B. Shelley - Remembrance 汉译

1

Swifter far than summer’s flight –

Swifter far than youth’s delight –

Swifter far than happy night,

Art thou come and gone –

As the earth when leaves are dead,

As the night when sleep is sped,

As the heart when joy is fled,

I am left lone, alone.

2

The swallow summer comes again –

The owlet night resumes her reign –

But the wild-swan youth is fain

To fly with thee, false as thou, –

My heart each day desires the morrow;

Sleep itself is turned to sorrow;

Vainly would my winter borrow

Sunny leaves from any bough.

3

Lilies for a bridal bed –

Roses for a matron’s head –

Violets for a maiden dead –

Pansies let my flowers be:

On the living grave I bear

Scatter them without a tear –

Let no friend, however dear,

Waste one hope, one fear for me.

                      1821.