《The Anniversarie》约翰·但恩诗赏析

The Anniversarie

All Kings, and all their favorites,

All glory of honors, beauties, wits,

The Sun it selfe, which makes times, as they passe,

Is elder by a yeare, now, then it was

When thou and I first one another saw:　

All other things, to their destruction draw,

Only our love hath no decay;

This, no to morrow hath, nor yesterday,

Running it never runs from us away,

But truly keepes his first, last, everlasting day.　

Two graves must hide thine and my coarse,

If one might, death were no divorce,

Alas, as well as other Princes, wee,

(Who Prince enough in one another bee,)

Must leave at last in death, these eyes, and eares,　

Oft fed with true oathes, and with sweet salt teares;

But soules where nothing dwells but love

(All other thoughts being inmates) then shall prove

This, or a love increased there above,

When bodies to their graves, soules from their graves remove.　

And then wee shall be throughly blest,

But now no more, then all the rest.

Here upon earth, we'are Kings, and none but wee

Can be such Kings, nor of such subjects bee;

Who is so safe as wee? where none can doe　

Treason to us, except one of us two.

True and false feares let us refraine,

Let us love nobly, and live, and adde againe

Yeares and yeares unto yeares, till we attaine

To write threescore: this is the second of our raigne.