介绍:
One word is too often profaned
有一个字长被人滥用
For me to profane it,
我不想再用它
One feeling too falsely disdain’d
有一种感情不被看重
For thee to disdain it；
你岂能再轻视它.
One hope is too like despair
有一种希望太像绝望
For prudence to smother，
慎重也无法压碎
And pity from thee more dear
只求怜悯起自你心上
Than that from another.
对我就万分珍贵.
I can give not what men call love；
我奉献的不能叫爱情
But wilt thou accept not
它只能算得是崇拜
The worship the heart lifts above
连上天对它都肯垂青
And the Heavens reject not， -
想你该不致见外?
The desire of the moth for star，
这有如飞蛾向往那个星天
Of the night for the morrow，
暗夜想拥抱天明 The devotion to something afar
怎能不让悲惨的尘寰
From the sphere of our sorrow?
对遥远事物倾心?
