名人诗歌|Phedre

Phedre

（To Sarah Bernhardt）

How vain and dull this common world must seem

To such a One as thou， who should'st have talked

At Florence with Mirandola， or walked

Through the cool olives of the Academe：

Thou should'st have gathered reeds from a green stream

For Goat-foot Pan's shrill^{1 piping， and have played}

With the white girls in that Phaeacian glade²

Where grave Odysseus wakened from his dream.

Ah！ surely once some urn^{3 of Attic4 clay}

Held thy wan^{5 dust， and thou hast come again}

Back to this common world so dull and vain，

For thou wert weary of the sunless day，

The heavy fields of scentless^{6 asphodel，}

The loveless lips with which men kiss in Hell.