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第十九首
心灵跟心灵也有市场和贸易，
The soul's Rialto hath its merchandize;
在那儿我拿卷发去跟卷发交换；
I barter curl for curl upon that mart,
从我那诗人的前额，我收下了
And from my poet's forehead to my heart
这一束，几根发十丝，在我心里
Receive this lock which outweighs argosies, --
却重过了飘洋大船。它那带紫的乌亮，
As purply black, as erst to Pindar's eyes
在我眼里，就象当初平达所看见的
The dim purpureal tresses gloomed athwart
斜披在缪斯玉额前暗紫十色十的秀发。
The nine white Muse-brows. From this counterpart, ...
为了媲美，我猜想那月桂冠的十陰十影
The bay-crown's shade, Beloved, I surmise,
依然逗留在发尖－－十爱十，你看它
Still lingers on thy curl, it is so black!
有多么黑！我借轻轻的一吻，吐出
Thus, with a fillet of smooth-kissing breath,
温柔的气息，绾住了那十陰十影，不让它
I tie the shadows safe from gliding back,
溜走；又把礼品放在最妥贴的地方－－
And lay the gift where nothing hindereth,
我的心头，叫它就象生长在你额上，
Here on my heart, as on thy brow, to lack
感受着体热，直到那心儿有一天冷却。
No natural heat till mine grows cold in death.