you are old 当你老了--- William Butler Yeats——威廉·巴特勒·叶芝When you are old and grey and fullof sleep, 当你老了，头发花白，睡意沉沉，And nodding by the fire，take downthis book, 倦坐在炉边，取下这本书来，And slowly read,and dream of thesoft look 慢慢读着，追梦当年的眼神Your eyes had once,and of theirshadows deep; 你那柔美的神采与深幽的晕影。How many loved your moments of gladgrace, 多少人爱过你昙花一现的身影，And loved your beauty with lovefalse or true, 爱过你的美貌，以虚伪或真情，But one man loved the pilgrim Soulin you 惟独一人曾爱你那朝圣者的心，And loved the sorrows of yourchanging face; 爱你哀戚的脸上岁月的留痕。And bending down beside the glowingbars, 在炉罩边低眉弯腰，Murmur,a little sadly,how Love fled忧戚沉思，喃喃而语，And paced upon the mountainsoverhead 爱情是怎样逝去，又怎样步上群山，And hid his face amid a crowd ofstars. 怎样在繁星之间藏住了脸。
