WHEN    YOU    ARE    OLD
                                                 w.b.yeats(1865-1939)
                                    When you are old and grey and full of sleep.
                                    And nodding by the fire,take down this book;
                                    And slowly read ,and dream of the soft look.
                                    your eyes had once,and of their shadows deep;

                                   How many loved your moments of glad grace.
                                   And loved your beauty with love false or true;
                                   But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you.
                                   And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
                
                                   And bending down beside the glowing bars,
                                   Murmur,a little sadly,how love fled;
                                   And paced upon the mountains overhead,
                                   And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.



                                             当   你   老   了             [英]W.B 叶芝
                                   当你老了,头白了,睡思混沉
                                   炉火旁打盹了,请取下这部诗歌
                                   慢慢地读,回想你过去眼神的柔和
                                   回想它们昔日浓重的阴影
              
                                   多少人爱过你青春欢畅的时辰
                                   爱慕你的美丽,假意或者真心
                                   只有一个人爱你那朝圣者的灵魂
                                   爱你那衰老的脸上痛苦的皱纹
                
                                   垂下头来,在红光闪耀的炉子旁
                                   凄然地轻轻诉说那爱情的消逝
                                   在头顶的山上他缓缓踱着步子
                                   在一群星星中间隐藏着的脸庞