Quia Multum Amavi

Dear Heart I think the young impassioned priest

When first he takes from out the hidden shrine

His God imprisoned in the Eucharist,

And eats the bread, and drinks the dreadful wine,



Feels not such awful wonder as I felt

When first my smitten eyes beat full on thee,

And all night long before thy feet I knelt

Till thou wert wearied of Idolatry.



Ah! had'st thou liked me less and loved me more,

Through all those summer days of joy and rain,

I had not now been sorrow's heritor,

Or stood a lackey in the House of Pain.



Yet, though remorse, youth's white-faced seneschal,

Tread on my heels with all his retinue,

I am most glad I loved thee—think of all

The suns that go to make one speedwell blue!

因为我爱得倾心

亲爱的心，我想，那激情的青年牧师

初次从秘藏的神龛里取出

被囚禁于圣餐的他的上帝，

吃那面包，喝恐怖的红酒，



那时也不会有我所体验的巨大惊诧，

当我痴迷的眼睛整个撞上你，

我整夜都跪伏在你的脚下，

直到你最终厌烦了我的膜拜。



啊！在所有这些欢快和滋润的夏日，

你若能少些喜欢我而爱我多些，

我就不会成为悲哀的继承者，

也不会成为痛苦之宫的一个仆役。



可是，尽管悔恨这掌管青春的白脸管家，

带领所有的扈从紧随我的脚踵，

我依然欣慰于爱过你——我思念

让一株虎尾草变蓝的所有阳光！