少年维特的烦恼 英文版 The Sorrows of Young Werther
歌德 Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
JULY 8.
What a child is man that he should be so solicitous about a look!What a child is man! We had been to Walheim: the ladies went ina carriage; but during our walk I thought I saw in Charlotte'sdark eyes -- I am a fool -- but forgive me! you should see them,-- those eyes. -- However, to be brief (for my own eyes are weigheddown with sleep), you must know, when the ladies stepped into theircarriage again, young W. Seldstadt, Andran, and I were standingabout the door. They are a merry set of fellows, and they wereall laughing and joking together. I watched Charlotte's eyes.They wandered from one to the other; but they did not light on me,on me, who stood there motionless, and who saw nothing but her!My heart bade her a thousand times adieu, but she noticed me not.The carriage drove off; and my eyes filled with tears. I lookedafter her: suddenly I saw Charlotte's bonnet leaning out of thewindow, and she turned to look back, was it at me? My dear friend,I know not; and in this uncertainty I find consolation. Perhapsshe turned to look at me. Perhaps! Good-night -- what a child I am!