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And nodding by the fire, take down this book; And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; How many loved your moments of glad grace, 
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face; And bending down beside the glowing bars, Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled 
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars. 当你老了,头白了,睡思昏沉, 炉火旁打盹,请取下这部诗歌, 慢慢读,回想你过去眼神的柔和, 多少人爱你青春欢畅的时辰, 爱慕你的美丽,假意或真心, 只有一个人爱你那朝圣者的灵魂, 爱你衰老了的脸上痛苦的皱纹； 凄然地轻轻诉说那爱情的消逝, 在头顶的山上它缓缓踱着步子, 在一群星星中间隐藏着脸庞。 | |
