就是某一個機遇,我看到甚至愛上這首詩。那是一種超越形式與情感的美。我將為著這赧然低語而酩酊醉倒。
So We'll Go No More A-Roving by George Gordon, Lord Byron
So we'll go no more a-roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart still be as loving,
And the moon still be as bright.
For the sword outwears its sheath,
And the soul outwears the breast,
And the heart must pause to breathe,
And love itself have rest.
Though the night was made for loving,
And the day returns too soon,
Yet we'll go no more a-roving
By the light of the moon.
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