John Keats - To J. R. 汉译

O that a week could be an age, and we

Felt parting and warm meeting every week;

Then one poor year a thousand years would be,

The flush of welcome ever on the cheek.

So could we live long life in little space;

So time itself would be annihilate;

So a day’s journey, in oblivious haze

To serve our joys, would lengthen and dilate.

O to arrive each Monday morn from Ind,

To land each Tuesday from the rich Levant,

In little time a host of joys to bind,

And keep our souls in one eternal pant!

This morn, my friend, and yester evening taught

Me how to harbor such a happy thought.

                          March 1818

“但愿一星期能变成一世纪”

J·济慈

但愿一星期能变成一世纪，

每周都有感于离别和会见，

那么，颊上会永远闪着情谊，

短短的一岁就变成一千年；

要是这样，尽管人生短暂，

我们必能长生，时间会无用，

一天的行程会延长和变缓，

在朦胧中常保我们的欢情。

但愿每星期一都来自印度，

星期二返自地中海的旅程，

那么一瞬间，就有欢乐无数

使我们的心灵永恒地激动！

今早和昨晚，朋友，教给了

我该如何珍惜这愉快的思潮。

                 1818年2-3月