William Butler Yeats - The Folly of Being Comforted 汉译

One that is ever kind said yesterday:

“Your well-beloved’s hair has threads of grey,

And little shadows come about her eyes;

Time can but make it easier to be wise

Though now it seems impossible, and so

All that you need is patience.”

                                      Heart cries, “No,

I have not a crumb of comfort, not a grain.

Time can but make her beauty over again:

Because of that great nobleness of hers

The fire that stirs about her, when she stirs,

Burns but more clearly. O she had not these ways

When all the wild Summer was in her gaze.”

Heart! O heart! if she’d but turn her head,

You’d know the folly of being comforted.