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Day 63
第63天
When I Have Fears
每当我害怕
John Keats
约翰·济慈
When I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain,
每当我害怕生命或许就要止息， 我的笔来不及苦集盈溢的思绪，
Before high piled books, in charactery, Hold like rich garners the full-ripened grain;
或把文字变为高高堆起的书籍， 像饱贮的谷仓蓄满成熟的谷米；
When I behold, upon the night's starred face, Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
每当我看见那缀满繁星的夜景， 巨大星云画出非凡的传奇幻像，
And think that I may never live to trace Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance;
想到即使运气帮忙，对我垂青， 生前或许也无法追摹这些云影；
And when I feel, fair creature of an hour! That I shall never look upon thee more,
每当我感到那瞬间即逝的美颜， 也许从今以后再也不可能看见，
Never have relish in the faery power Of unreflecting love;
更无法享受轻松爱情魔力若仙
then on the shore Of the wide world I stand alone,and think
于是，在广袤世界的崖岸， 我形孤影单地伫立，细细思量，
Till Love and Fame to nothingness do sink.
直到爱与声名沉入乌有的穹苍。
