这是济慈的诗，翻译过，失败了。还是只能欣赏风花雪月追赏流年之作，没长进，可是喜欢。


THE DAY IS GONE, AND ALL ITS SWEETS ARE GONE!

by John Keats



The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone!

Sweet voice, sweet lips, soft hand, and softer breast,

Warm breath, light whisper, tender semi-tone,

Bright eyes, accomplish'd shape, and lang'rous waist!

Faded the flower and all its budded charms,

Faded the sight of beauty from my eyes,

Faded the shape of beauty from my arms,

Faded the voice, warmth, whiteness, paradise-

Vanish'd unseasonably at shut of eve,

When the dusk holiday or holinight

Of fragrant-curtain'd love begins to weave

The woof of darkness thick, for hid delight;

But, as I've read love's missal through to-day,

He'll let me sleep, seeing I fast and pray.






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