雙語(yǔ)·莎士比亞十四行詩(shī)集 28

XXVIII

How can I then return in happy plight

That am debarreed the benefit of rest?

When day's oppression is not eased by night,

But day by night and night by day oppressed,

And each, though enemies to either's reign,

Do in consent shake hands to torture me,

The one by toil, the other to complain

How far I toil, still farther off from thee.

I tell the day, to please him thou art bright

And dost him grace when clouds do blot the heaven;

So flatter I the swart complexioned night,

When sparkling stars twire not, thou gild'st the even.

But day doth daily draw my sorrows longer,

And night doth nightly make grief's length seem stronger.