少年维特的烦恼 英文版 The Sorrows of Young Werther
歌德 Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
NOVEMBER 24.
She is sensible of my sufferings. This morning her look piercedmy very soul. I found her alone, and she was silent: she steadfastlysurveyed me. I no longer saw in her face the charms of beauty orthe fire of genius: these had disappeared. But I was affected byan expression much more touching, a look of the deepest sympathyand of the softest pity. Why was I afraid to throw myself at herfeet? Why did I not dare to take her in my arms, and answer herby a thousand kisses? She had recourse to her piano for relief,and in a low and sweet voice accompanied the music with delicioussounds. Her lips never appeared so lovely: they seemed but justto open, that they might imbibe the sweet tones which issued fromthe instrument, and return the heavenly vibration from her lovelymouth. Oh! who can express my sensations? I was quite overcome,and, bending down, pronounced this vow: "Beautiful lips, which theangels guard, never will I seek to profane your purity with a kiss."And yet, my friend, oh, I wish -- but my heart is darkened by doubtand indecision -- could I but taste felicity, and then die to expiatethe sin! What sin?