WilliamAlexander
Oifthouknew'sthowthouthyselfdostharm,
Anddostprejudgethybliss, andspoilmyrest;
Thenthouwould'stmelttheiceoutofthybreast
Andthyrelentingheartwouldkindlywarm.
Oifthypridedidnotourjoyscontroul,
Whatworldoflovingwondersshould'stthousee!
ForifIsawtheeoncetransform'dinme,
TheninthybosomIwouldpourmysoul;
Thenallmythoughtsshouldinthyvisageshine,
Andifthataughtmischancedthoushould'stnotmoan
Norbeartheburthenofthygriefsalone;
No, Iwouldhavemyshareinwhatwerethine:
Andwhilstwethusshouldmakeoursorrowsone,
Thishappyharmonywouldmakethemnone.
当我们如此将悲哀融合，
这快乐的融洽将使它们全部消失。
