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An age in her embraces passed, Would seem a winter’s day; Where life and light, with envious haste, Are torn and snatched away. But, oh how slowly minutes roll, When absent from her eyes That feed my love, which is my soul, It languishes and dies.
一个时代在她的拥抱中过去了，仿佛是冬天的日子;在那里，生命和光明因嫉妒而匆匆被夺去了。可是，啊，时间过得多么慢呀!当我的爱，也就是我的灵魂，从她那滋养着我的眼睛里消失的时候，它便凋零了，死亡了。