The Pity of Love

A sweet sorrow beyond all telling
Is hidden in the heart of love:
The days that are bustling and compelling;
The nights with their silence above;
The old melody whispering in ears
And the agony held back in pride
Invite me to muse over the fleeting years
And wish him to be by my side.

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阿达呼唤旧时的知己或是恋人？

阿达还有不少首英语诗,都贴出来吧.

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This poem is more or less word play (though not without genuine feeling), a rework based on a poem by Yeats with same title -


The Pity of Love
  
By William Butler Yeats
  
  
A pity beyond all telling  
Is hid in the heart of love:  
The folk who are buying and selling,  
The clouds on their journey above,  
The cold, wet winds ever blowing,         
And the shadowy hazel grove  
Where mouse-grey waters are flowing  
Threaten the head that I love.


I found it interesting to rewrite the past masters' work by expressing my own feelings.  Now my poem feels more right after I changed a few words. Sometimes searching for a right & accurate word in a poem can drive me insane.