第46章 泪水，无端地流（2/2）

我生命中的死亡啊，那一去不返的时光。

Tears， idle tears， I know not what they an，

Tears fro the depth of so dive despair

Risethe heart， and gather to the eyes，

In lookg on the happy Autun-fields，

And thkg of the days that are no ore.

Fresh as the first bea glitterg on a sail，

That brgs our friends fro the underworld，

Sad as the st which reddens over one

That sks with all we love below the verge；

So sad， so fresh， the days that are no ore.

Ah， sad and strange asdark sur dawns

The earliest pipe of the half-awakend birds

To dyg ears， when unto dyg eyes

The t slowly grows a glirg square；

So sad， se， the days that are no ore.

Dear as reberd kisses after death，

And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feignd

On lips that are for others；deep as love，

Deep as first love， and wild with all regret；

O Deathlife， the days that are no ore.