那时候她就最爱我。

I play'd a soft and doleful air;

I sing an old and moving story--

An old rude song, that suited well

That ruin wild and hoary.

我奏起柔美哀怨的曲调，

我常起古老动人的古似乎；

对那堆苍凉的陈年废墟

这质朴老歌很合适。

She listen'd with a flitting blush,

With downcast eyes and modest grace;

For well she knew I could not choose

But gaze upon her face.

她听的时候眼光没抬去，

脸一红的神情谦恭优雅；

因为她清楚知道：我怎能

让自己不去凝视她。

I told her of the Knight that wore

Upon his shield a burning brand;

And that for ten long years he woo'd

The Lady of the Land.

我告诉她曾经有位骑士，

他盾上的图案是把火剑；

对国土上的第一位贵妇

他整整追求了十年。

I told her how he pined and ah!

The deep, the low, the pleading tone

With which I sang another's love,

Interpreted my own.

我告诉她，骑士如何憔悴；

啊，用低沉而央求的声音

我把另一个人的爱歌唱，

也传达出我的衷情。

She listen'd with a flitting blush,

With downcast eyes, and modest grace;

And she forgave me, that I gazed

Too fondly on her face!

她听的时候眼光没抬起，

脸一红的神情谦恭优雅；

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