Although crowds gathered once if she but showed her face, And
even old men’s eyes grew dim, this hand alone, Like
some last courtier at a gypsy camping-place Babbling
of fallen majesty, records what’s gone. These
lineaments, a heart that laughter has made sweet, These,
these remain, but I record what's gone. A crowd Will
gather, and not know it walks the very street Whereon
a thing once walked that seemed a burning cloud. 衰落的王权 威廉·巴特勒·叶芝 虽然说,只要她稍一露面,群众就会立即聚集, 甚至老头子的眼睛也变得朦胧,但唯有这只手, 就象某个前朝的遗老在一个吉卜赛人的宿营地 喋喋讲说着衰落的王权,把所逝去的一切记录。 那容貌,一颗被大笑声熏陶得甜美的心,这些, 这些依然存留,但是我记录逝去的一切。一群 人将会聚集,却不会知道他们走过的那条大街, 从前曾有一物就在那里行走,象一朵燃烧的云。 |
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