音樂，雖然消失了柔聲，
卻仍舊在記憶裡顫動——
芬芳，雖然早謝了紫羅蘭，
卻留存在它所刺激的感官。

玫瑰葉子，雖然花兒死去，
還能在愛人的床頭堆積；
同樣的，等你去了，你的思想
和愛情，會依然睡在世上。

To

Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory;
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.

Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heaped for the beloved’s bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.

—— Percy Bysshe Shelley〈給—— 〉，查良錚　譯

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