To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time
Robert Herrick (1591-1674)
Gather ye rose-buds while ye may,
Old time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles toay,
Tomorrow will be dying.
The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,
The higher he’s a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he’s to setting.
That age is best which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Time still succeed the former.
Then be not coy, but use your time,
And, while y may, go marry;
For, having lost but once your prime,
You may forever tarry. 作者: 叶如钢 时间: 2016-10-17 01:44
有意思的翻译！作者: 郁序新 时间: 2016-10-17 16:07
谢谢赏读！