【摘要】：The odor from the flower is gone,Which like thy kisses breathed on me;The color from the flower is flown,Which glowed of thee, and only thee!一个萎缩、僵死、空虚的形体，搁置在我被冷落的胸襟，以它冷漠、寂静、无声的安息嘲弄我依旧热烈的痴心。我哭泣，泪水不能使它复生；我叹息，不再向我吐露气息；它静默无声无所怨忧的命运，正和我应得的那种一样无异。
The odor from the flower is gone,
Which like thy kisses breathed on me;
The color from the flower is flown,
Which glowed of thee, and only thee!
A shriveled, lifeless, vacant form,
It lies on my abandoned breast,
And mocks the heart, which yet is warm,
With cold and silent rest.
I weep ---- my tears revive it not;
I sigh ---- it breathes no more on me;
Its mute and uncomplaining lot
Is such as mine should be.
这朵花的芬芳，已经消隐，
像你的吻对我吐露过的气息；
这朵花的颜色，已经凋陨，
它曾使我想起你独有的光辉！
一个萎缩、僵死、空虚的形体，
搁置在我被冷落的胸襟，
以它冷漠、寂静、无声的安息
嘲弄我依旧热烈的痴心。
我哭泣，泪水不能使它复生；
我叹息，不再向我吐露气息；
它静默无声无所怨忧的命运，
正和我应得的那种一样无异。
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