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他在一个晴明的早晨这么自言自语着，

他的心整天可怕地撞击着胸膛；

他暗自向自己的心祷告，求它赐予

说话的胆力；但是那如潮的热血

窒住了他的声音，跳动一下就消失了——

他对这样一个新娘愈发炽热的思念，

却使他变得像一个孩子那样懦弱：

唉，怎奈热情是如此懦弱又狂野！

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So said he one fair morning, and all day

His heart beat awfully against his side;

And to his heart he inwardly did pray

For power to speak; but still the ruddy tide

Stifled his voice, and puls’d resolve away —

Fever’d his high conceit of such a bride,

Yet brought him to the meekness of a child:

Alas! when passion is both meek and wild!