And therefore if to love can be desert,
I am not all unworthy. Cheeks as pale
As these you see, and trembling knees that fail
To bear the burden of a heavy heart,---
This weary minstrel-life that once was girt
To climb Aornus, and can scarce avail
To pipe now 'gainst the valley nightingale
A melancholy music,---why advert
To these things? O Belovèd, it is plain
I am not of thy worth nor for thy place!
And yet, because I love thee, I obtain
From that same love this vindicating grace,
To live on still in love, and yet in vain,---
To bless thee, yet renounce thee to thy face.
如果
放心去爱，带来的是荒漠，
那么
我，
并非不值一爱。
你瞧我，
脸颊苍白，
双膝颤抖，
承受不来沉重的心，
--- 也曾四处游吟，
整束攀援奥努斯山，
如今疲累不堪，
忧郁几不成调，
山谷的夜莺婉转，
我的乐曲暗哑无光 ，----
为什么，
把这一切一讲再讲？
我爱，
不要否认，
你我契合不易，
融入你的世界谈何容易！
幸好
爱你
赋予我爱的荣光，
生命在爱中继续，
然而
放弃——
面对面
拒绝
不过是为着佑护。
