少年维特的烦恼 英文版 The Sorrows of Young Werther
歌德 Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
DECEMBER 4.
I implore your attention. It is all over with me. I can supportthis state no longer. To-day I was sitting by Charlotte. She wasplaying upon her piano a succession of delightful melodies, withsuch intense expression! Her little sister was dressing her dollupon my lap. The tears came into my eyes. I leaned down, andlooked intently at her wedding-ring: my tears fell -- immediatelyshe began to play that favourite, that divine, air which has sooften enchanted me. I felt comfort from a recollection of thepast, of those bygone days when that air was familiar to me; andthen I recalled all the sorrows and the disappointments which Ihad since endured. I paced with hasty strides through the room,my heart became convulsed with painful emotions. At length Iwent up to her, and exclaimed With eagerness, "For Heaven's sake,play that air no longer!" She stopped, and looked steadfastly atme. She then said, with a smile which sunk deep into my heart,"Werther, you are ill: your dearest food is distasteful to you.But go, I entreat you, and endeavour to compose yourself." Itore myself away. God, thou seest my torments, and wilt end them!