少年维特的烦恼 英文版 The Sorrows of Young Werther
歌德 Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
DECEMBER 6.
How her image haunts me! Waking or asleep, she fills my entiresoul! Soon as I close my eyes, here, in my brain, where all thenerves of vision are concentrated, her dark eyes are imprinted.Here -- I do not know how to describe it; but, if I shut my eyes,hers are immediately before me: dark as an abyss they open uponme, and absorb my senses.
And what is man -- that boasted demigod? Do not his powers failwhen he most requires their use? And whether he soar in joy, orsink in sorrow, is not his career in both inevitably arrested?And, whilst he fondly dreams that he is grasping at infinity,does he not feel compelled to return to a consciousness of hiscold, monotonous existence?