And nodding by the fire,take down this book,
And slowly read,and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once,and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true;
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur,a little sadly,how love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead,
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
人闲卧倦,
镜对鬓霜。
又、新翻旧卷,再拾遗梦,
光阴尽逝,残忆余香。
才俊多少,折腰几度,
唯慕朱颜胜海棠。
韶华竟,
恨、青衫意短,红袖情长。
他独爱,冰心映碧彰。
看、流年似水,铅华尽洗;
如风岁月,却卸残妆。
沧海枯盈,玉盘圆缺,
素手执他相扶将。
复何憾?
有、晨星伴我,更度千岗。
炉火旁打盹,请取下这部诗歌,
慢慢读,回想你过去眼神的柔和,
回想它们昔日浓重的阴影;
多少人爱你青春欢畅的时辰,
爱慕你的美丽,假意或真心,
只有一个人爱你那朝圣者的灵魂,
爱你衰老了的脸上痛苦的皱纹;
垂下头来,在红光闪耀的炉子旁,
凄然地轻轻诉说那爱情的消逝,
在头顶的山上它缓缓踱着步子,
在一群星星中间隐藏着脸庞。
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