Thomas Hardy - I Look into My Glass 汉译

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And view my wasting skin,

And say, ‘Would God it came to pass

My heart had shrunk as thin!’

For then, I, undistrest

By hearts grown cold to me,

Could lonely wait my endless rest

With equanimity.

But Time, to make me grieve,

Past steals, lets past abide;

And shakes this fragile frame at eve

With throbbings of noontide.

                   1898