少年维特的烦恼 英文版 The Sorrows of Young Werther
歌德 Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
JUNE 19.
I no longer remember where I stopped in my narrative: I only knowit was two in the morning when I went to bed; and if you had beenwith me, that I might have talked instead of writing to you, Ishould, in all probability, have kept you up till daylight.
I think I have not yet related what happened as we rode home fromthe ball, nor have I time to tell you now. It was a most magnificentsunrise: the whole country was refreshed, and the rain fell dropby drop from the trees in the forest. Our companions were asleep.Charlotte asked me if I did not wish to sleep also, and begged ofme not to make any ceremony on her account. Looking steadfastlyat her, I answered, "As long as I see those eyes open, there isno fear of my falling asleep." We both continued awake till wereached her door. The maid opened it softly, and assured her, inanswer to her inquiries, that her father and the children werewell, and still sleeping. I left her asking permission to visither in the course of the day. She consented, and I went, and,since that time, sun, moon, and stars may pursue their course: Iknow not whether it is day or night; the whole world is nothingto me.