Cuộc hành hương của chàng hiệp sĩ Childe Harolds - Khúc thứ ba (08) Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage - Canto III (08)

Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage - Canto III (08)

Something too much of this: but now ‘tis past,
And the spell closes with its silent seal.
Long-absent Harold reappears at last;
He of the breast which fain no more would feel,
Wrung with the wounds which kill not, but ne’er heal;
Yet Time, who changes all, had altered him
In soul and aspect as in age: years steal
Fire from the mind as vigour from the limb;
And life’s enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim.