Music I Heard

By Conrad Aiken

1889-1973

Music I heard with you was more than music,

And bread I broke with you was more than bread;

Now that I am without you, all is desolate;

All that was once so beautiful is dead.

Your hands once touched this table and this silver,

And I have seen your fingers hold this glass.

These things do not remember you, beloved, --

And yet your touch upon them will not pass.

For it was in my heart you moved among them,

And blessed them with your hands and with your eyes;

And in my heart they will remember always, --

They knew you once, O beautiful and wise.

這是閑來無事，在互聯網找到的，
美麗的事物，總是too beautiful too last。