雪莱、Percy Bysshe Shelley
To Harriet (Thy look of love ...) 致哈莉特 (你含情的眼眸)
Thy look of love has power to calm
The stormiest passion of my soul
Thy gentle words are drops of balm
In life's too bitter bowl
No grief is mine, but that alone
These choicest blessings I have known
Harriet! if all who long to live Harriet
In the warm sunshine of thine eye
That price beyond all pain must give
Beneath thy scorn to die
Then hear thy chosen own too late
His heart most worthy of thy hate
Be thou, then, one among mankind
Whose heart is harder not for state
Thou only virtuous, gentle, kind
Amid a world of hate
And by a slight endurance seal
A fellow-being's lasting weal
For pale with anguish is his cheek
His breath comes fast, his eyes are dim
Thy name is struggling ere he speak
Weak is each trembling limb
In mercy let him not endure
The misery of a fatal cure
Oh, trust for once no erring guide
Bid the remorseless feeling flee
'Tis malice, 'tis revenge, 'tis pride
'Tis anything but thee
Oh, deign a nobler pride to prove
And pity if thou canst not love
Written May,1814
Published 1886.


哈莉特是雪莱的第一人妻子~~~~~~~~

哈代、ThomasHardy
The end of the episode（插曲的尾声）
Indulge no more may we
In this sweet-bitter pastime:
The love-light shines the last time
Between you, Dear, and me.
There shall remain no trace
Of what so closely tied us,
And blank as ere love eyed us
Will be our meeting-place.
The flowers and thymy air,
Will they now miss our coming?
The dumbles thin their humming
To find we haunt not there?
Though fervent was our vow,
Though ruddily ran our pleasure,
Bliss has fulfilled its measure,
And sees its sentence now.
Ache deep; but make no moans:
Smile out; but stilly suffer:
The paths of love are rougher
Than thoroughfares of stones.