俚优

A Complaint

BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

There is a change—and I am poor;

Your love hath been, nor long ago,

A fountain at my fond heart's door,

Whose only business was to flow;

And flow it did; not taking heed

Of its own bounty, or my need.

What happy moments did I count!

Blest was I then all bliss above!

Now, for that consecrated fount

Of murmuring, sparkling, living love,

What have I? shall I dare to tell?

A comfortless and hidden well.

A well of love—it may be deep—

I trust it is,—and never dry:

What matter? if the waters sleep

In silence and obscurity.

—Such change, and at the very door

Of my fond heart, hath made me poor.

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诉苦

威廉·沃德斯沃斯

变化骤生——而我一无所有

你的爱情不久前还是

我柔软心门前的一处源泉

它唯一的职责便是涌流；

于是它流淌；并不留意

它自身的丰盛，或我的需求。

我清数过怎样欢愉的时刻！

我曾何等幸福，欣喜若狂！

而现在，为那神圣的源泉

满载细语的、闪耀而生动的爱情，

我有何物？我怎敢讲？

不过一汪毫无慰藉的、隐匿的井。

一汪爱情的井——可能深长——

我相信它必是——且永不干涸；

那又怎样？若那水酣睡

于寂静和朦胧。

——这样的转变，在我宠溺的

心门前，使我一无所有。

译：俚优

我其实觉得这首很立白