Sonnet75
Edmund Spenser
One day I wrote her name on the strand,
But came the waves and washed it away:
Agayne I wrote it with a second hand,
But came the tyde,and made my paynes his pray.
"Vayne man," sayd she,"that doest in vaine assay,
A mortall thing so to immortalize,
For I my selve shall lyke to this decay,
And eek my name bee wyped out lykewize."
"Not so," quod I,"let baser things devize,
To dy in dust,but you shall live by fame:
My verse your vertues rare shall eternize,
And in the heavens wryte your glorious name.
Where whenas death shall all the world subdew,
Our love shall live,and later life renew."
十四行诗第七十五
拟把芳名沙上雕,
潮音碎呓几时消?
心倾再许丹青手,
浊浪回眸若解嘲。
伊人笑我何烦恼?
朝露闲花但莫愁,
无奈情天空自老,
一滩笔划作何留?
逝者纷然感不由,
余香还向梦中幽,
弦歌永忆木兰舟。
琼宇寻来鸿影旧,
短松漫惹月光浮,
前尘早许诉温柔!