济慈诗选

这里安息了一个把名字写在水上的人。

垂死的天鹅呵/请娓娓地唱/唱你的故事/你悦人的悲伤

Verse, fame, and beauty are intense indeed, But Death's intenser — Death is Life's high meed.

傍晚回家了/一面用耳朵听夜莺的歌唱/一面观看流云在空中灿烂地飘过

它既然引起/就该医治心痛

But what, without the social thought of thee, Would be the wonders of the sky and sea?

On Death Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream, And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by? The transient pleasures as a vision seem, And yet we think the greatest pain’s to die.

How strange it is that man on earth should roam, And lead a life of woe, but not forsake His rugged path; nor dare he view alone His future doom which is but to awake.

听见的乐曲是悦耳，听不见的旋律 更甜美；风笛呵，你该继续吹奏； 不是对耳朵，而是对心灵奏出 无声的乐曲，送上更多的温柔：

从悬空摆动的香炉播散； 做你的神龛、圣林、神喻、先知狂热 嘴唇苍白，沉迷于梦幻。 是的，我要做你的祭司，在我心中 未经践踏的地方为你建庙堂，

Beauty is truth,truth beauty'-that is all Ye know on earth,and all ye need to know.