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每个早上他们的爱情就更温柔，

每个黄昏，尤更强烈，尤更温柔。

他不论在屋中、田里或园中走动，

她的整个形影总映在他眼中；

他连续不断的声音在她听来，

比树木和幽溪的声音更为美妙；

她的琴弦震荡出他名字的回声，

她也因这名字搁下做了一半的刺绣。

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With every morn their love grew tenderer,

With every eve deeper and tenderer still;

He might not in house, field, or garden stir,

But her full shape would all his seeing fill;

And his continual voice was pleasanter

To her, than noise of trees or hidden rill;

Her lute-string gave an echo of his name,

She spoilt her half-done broidery with the same.