On A Faded Violet 一朵枯萎的紫罗兰
The odor from the flower is gone, 这朵花的香气已经散失，
Which like thy kisses breathed on me; 如你的吻对我吐露过的气息；
The color from the flower is flown, 这朵花的颜色已经退去，
Which glowed of thee, and only thee! 如你曾焕发过的明亮，只有你！
A shriveled, lifeless, vacant form, 一个萎缩、死的、空虚的形体，
It lies on my abandoned breast, 它在我荒废的胸口，
And mocks the heart, which yet is warm, 以它冷漠和无声的安息
With cold and silent rest. 嘲弄我那仍炽热的心。
I weep ---- my tears revive it not; 我哭泣，泪水无法复活它；
I sigh ---- it breathes no more on me; 我叹息，它的气息永远不再；
Its mute and uncomplaining lot 它沉默、无怨的命运，
Is such as mine should be. 正是我所应得的。
——英国诗人雪莱
LX：韬光养晦
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