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每個早上他們的愛情就更溫柔，

每個黃昏，尤更強烈，尤更溫柔。

他不論在屋中、田里或園中走動，

她的整個形影總映在他眼中；

他連續不斷的聲音在她聽來，

比樹木和幽溪的聲音更為美妙；

她的琴弦震蕩出他名字的回聲，

她也因這名字擱下做了一半的刺繡。

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With every morn their love grew tenderer,

With every eve deeper and tenderer still;

He might not in house, field, or garden stir,

But her full shape would all his seeing fill;

And his continual voice was pleasanter

To her, than noise of trees or hidden rill;

Her lute-string gave an echo of his name,

She spoilt her half-done broidery with the same.