William Butler Yeats - The Pity of Love 汉译

<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /> A pity beyond all telling

Is hid in the heart of love:

The folk who are buying and selling,

The clouds on their journey above,

The cold wet winds ever blowing,

And the shadowy hazel grove

Where mouse-grey waters are flowing,

Threaten the head that I love.