IX. Young Man’s Song “She
will change,” I cried. “Into
a withered crone.” The
heart in my side, That
so still had lain, In
noble rage replied And
beat upon the bone: “Uplift
those eyes and throw Those
glances unafraid: She
would as bravely show Did
all the fabric fade; No
withered crone I saw Before
the world was made.” Abashed
by that report, For
the heart cannot lie, I
knelt in the dirt. And
all shall bend the knee To
my offended heart Until
it pardon me. 或许可谱曲的歌词 九、少年的歌 威廉·巴特勒·叶芝 “她将变成,”我喊, “一个枯槁老太婆。” 一直在我的胸肋里面 静静地躺着的心儿 猛敲着骨头,充满 高尚的义愤回答说: “抬起你那双眼睛, 投出道道无畏的视线: 如果所有织品都褪色, 她会同样美丽地展现; 我没见过枯槁老太婆 在这世界被造就之前。” 那报告使我感到羞愧, 因为心儿不可能说谎, 我于是跪倒在尘埃里。 所有的一切都必须向 我被冒犯了的心下跪, 直到它把我原谅。 |
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