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多少人爱你青春欢畅的时辰，
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
爱慕你的美丽，假意或真心，
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
只有一个人爱你那朝圣者的灵魂，
But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you,
爱你衰老了的脸上痛苦的皱纹；
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
垂下头来，在红光闪耀的炉子旁，
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
凄然地轻轻诉说那爱情的消逝，
And paced upon the mountains overhead
在头顶的山上它缓缓踱着步子，
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
在一群星星中间隐藏着脸庞。