少年维特的烦恼 英文版 The Sorrows of Young Werther
歌德 Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
SEPTEMBER 12.
She has been absent for some days. She went to meet Albert.To-day I visited her: she rose to receive me, and I kissed herhand most tenderly.
A canary at the moment flew from a mirror, and settled upon hershoulder. "Here is a new friend," she observed, while she madehim perch upon her hand: "he is a present for the children. Whata dear he is! Look at him! When I feed him, he flutters with hiswings, and pecks so nicely. He kisses me, too, only look!"
She held the bird to her mouth; and he pressed her sweet lips withso much fervour that he seemed to feel the excess of bliss whichhe enjoyed.
"He shall kiss you too," she added; and then she held the birdtoward me. His little beak moved from her mouth to mine, and thedelightful sensation seemed like the forerunner of the sweetestbliss.
"A kiss," I observed, "does not seem to satisfy him: he wishes forfood, and seems disappointed by these unsatisfactory endearments."
"But he eats out of my mouth," she continued, and extended herlips to him containing seed; and she smiled with all the charm ofa being who has allowed an innocent participation of her love.
I turned my face away. She should not act thus. She ought not toexcite my imagination with such displays of heavenly innocence andhappiness, nor awaken my heart from its slumbers, in which itdreams of the worthlessness of life! And why not? Because sheknows how much I love her.