致伊莱克特拉
乔治·威瑟
不敢求你一吻, 不敢请你一笑, 只怕赢得一样, 我会变得骄傲。
我的最大期望, 不,不,不会太高: 只想亲吻空气, 有你唇香未消。
To Electra
George Wither
I dare not ask a kiss, I dare not beg a smile, Lest having that, or this, I might grow proud the while.
No, no, the utmost share Of my desire shall be Only to kiss that air That lately kissàd thee.
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