TO— by P、 B、 Shelley One word is too often profaned For me to profane it,One feeling too falsely distain'd For thee to distain it;One hope is too like despair For prudence to smother,And pity from thee more dear Than that from another、I can not give what men call love: But wilt thou accept notThe worship the heart lifts above And the heavens reject not,And the desire of the moth for the star, Of the nigth for the morrowThe devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow、致――有一个字常常被人亵渎 我不会再来亵渎有一种感情被人假意鄙薄您也不会再来鄙薄
有一种希望太似无望; 何须再加提防
您得令悯之情无人能比, 温暖着我得心
我不能给您人们所称得爱情, 但不知您能否接受这颗心对您得仰慕之情, 连上天也不会拒绝
犹如飞蛾扑向星星, 又如黑夜追求黎明
这种思慕之情, 早已跳出了人间得苦境
Love’s Philosophy P、B、ShelleyThe fountains mingle with riverAnd the rivers with the ocean,The winds of Heaven mix for everWith a sweet emotion;Nothing i