我曾渴望他愛我
並且吻過我的唇
可我竟如斷翅鳥
不能高飛南天雲
雖道明知他愛我
今夜依舊傷心魂
正象所有我夢境
他吻美妙已難存

The Kiss

I HOPED that he would love me,
And he has kissed my mouth,
But I am like a stricken bird
That cannot reach the south.
For though I know he loves me,
To-night my heart is sad;
His kiss was not so wonderful
As all the dreams I had.

---By Sara Teasdale (1884-1933，美國抒情女詩人， 於1918年獲第一個詩歌普利策獎)