XX
To F. J. S.
From Underwoods
Robert Louis Stevenson
I read, dear friend, in your dear face
Your life's tale told with perfect grace;
The river of your life, I trace
Up the sun-chequered, devious bed
To the far-distant fountain-head.
夢中で読みました、親愛なる友よ、貴方の文面を
完壁な品格を備えた貴方の生の物語
貴方の生の流れを、僕はなぞる
陽に照らし合わされた、常道を外れた寝台に身を起こし
遠く隔った泉の源へ
21:48 2016/03/29火
Not one quick beat of your warm heart,
Nor thought that came to you apart,
Pleasure nor pity, love nor pain
Nor sorrow, has gone by in vain;
But as some lone, wood-wandering child
Brings home with him at evening mild
The thorns and flowers of all the wild,
From your whole life, O fair and true
Your flowers and thorns you bring with you!
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