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by: W.B. Yeats

I WOULD that we were, my beloved, white birds on the foam of the sea!
We tire of the flame of the meteor, before it can fade and flee;
And the flame of the blue star of twilight, hung low on the rim of the sky,
Has awakened in our hearts, my beloved, a sadness that may not die.

A weariness comes from those dreamers, dew-dabbled, the lily and rose;
Ah, dream not of them, my beloved, the flame of the meteor that goes,
Or the flame of the blue star that lingers hung low in the fall of the dew:
For I would we were changed to white birds on the wandering foam: I and you!

I am haunted by numberless islands, and many a Danaan shore,
Where Time would surely forget us, and Sorrow come near us no more;
Soon far from the rose and the lily, and fret of the flames would we be,
Were we only white birds, my beloved, buoyed out on the foam of the sea!

白鸟

我愿 我的爱 是海浪上一对白鸟
厌倦流星 即将陨落的炫目
还有低垂天际 暮光中蓝星的闪烁
我的爱 唤醒心中 永不消逝的忧伤

含露的百合与玫瑰 梦里带着倦容
我的爱 不要梦炫目的流星
抑或垂露中 蓝星的幽光低徊
与你 变成 海浪上一对白鸟

萦绕于心 丹南和数不清的海岛
忘却时光 也忘却忧伤
星光消散 玫瑰与百合刹那不见
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