WilliaAlexander
Oifthoukhowthouthyselfdosthar,
Anddostprejudgethybliss,andspoilyrest;
Thenthouwouldstlttheiceoutofthybreast
Andthyrelentgheartwouldkdlywar.
Oifthypridedidnotourjoysntroul,
Whatworldoflovgwondersshouldstthousee!
ForifIsawtheeoransford,
ThenthybosoIwouldpourysoul;
Thenallythoughtsshouldthyvisageshe,
Andifthataughtiscedthoushouldstnotoan
Norbeartheburthenofthygriefsalone;
No,Iwouldhaveysharewhatwerethe:
Andwhilstwethshouldakeoursorrowsone,
Thishappyharonywouldakethenone.
当我们如此将悲哀融合，
这快乐的融洽将使它们全部消失。