雙語(yǔ)·英美愛(ài)情詩(shī)歌選 98　爽約

98. A Broken Appointment

——T. Hardy

You did not come,

And marching Time drew on, and wore me numb.

Yet less for loss of your dear presence there

Than that I thus found lacking in your make

That high compassion which can overbear

Reluctance for pure lovingkindness' sake

Grieved I, when, as the hope-hour stroked its sum,

You did not come.

You love not me,

And love alone can lend you loyalty;

——I know and knew it. But, unto the store

Of human deeds divine in all but name.

Was it not worth a little hour or more

To add yet this: Once you, a woman, came

To soothe a time-torn man; even though it be

You love not me?