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我渴望着仙赐的乐音， 我的心在干渴中是一朵凋零的花； 倾注乐音吧，如倾注让人迷醉的美酒， 让一串串音符在银色的大雨中飘散； 像无草的旷野，渴望轻柔的甘霖， 我喘息着，昏迷着，直到音符再起。 让我畅饮那支曼曲的真醇吧， 还要，哦，还要，我仍旧焦渴； 它解开了烦恼绑在我心灵的长蛇 它要把我的心灵闷死； 释人劳愁的旋律啊，经过每一条血管， 流进我的心田和脑海。 如开放在银湖之滨 萎谢的紫罗兰的清香， 当正午的骄阳喝干它的清露， 却没有一点雾气为它解渴， 紫罗兰死去，而它的芬芳 却乘着风的翅膀行于碧波之上。
MUSIC.
Published by Mrs. Shelley, “Posthumous Poems”, 1824.
1.
I pant for the music which is divine,
My heart in its thirst is a dying flower;
Pour forth the sound like enchanted wine,
Loosen the notes in a silver shower;
Like a herbless plain, for the gentle rain, _5
I gasp, I faint, till they wake again.
2.
Let me drink of the spirit of that sweet sound,
More, oh more,—I am thirsting yet;
It loosens the serpent which care has bound
Upon my heart to stifle it; _10
The dissolving strain, through every vein,
Passes into my heart and brain.
3.
As the scent of a violet withered up,
Which grew by the brink of a silver lake,
When the hot noon has drained its dewy cup, _15
And mist there was none its thirst to slake—
And the violet lay dead while the odour flew
On the wings of the wind o’er the waters blue—
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