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My love is of a birth as rare As ’tis for object strange and high: It was begotten by Despair Upon Impossibility. Magnanimous Despair alone Could show me so divine a thing, Where feeble Hope could ne’er have flown But vainly flapped its tinsel wing.
我的爱是一种罕见的诞生，就像它对于奇异而崇高的事物的诞生一样罕见:它是在不可能的绝望中诞生的。只有宽宏大量的绝望才能使我看到一件如此神圣的东西，在那里，微弱的希望本不可能飞翔，但却徒劳地扇动着它那金箔般的翅膀。