A Broken Appointment

by Thomas Hardy

You did not come,

And marching Time drew on, and wore me numb,——

Yet less for loss of your dear presence there

Than that I thus found lacking in your make

That high compassion which can overbear

Reluctance for pure lovingkindness' sake

Grieved I, when, as the hope-hour stroked its sum，

You did not come.

You love me not.

And love alone can lend you loyalty:

-I know and knew it. But, unto the store

Of human deeds divine in all but name，

Was it not worth a little hour or more

To add yet this: Once you, a woman, came

To soothe a time-torn man; even though it be

You love me not.

一次失约

托马斯·哈代

你没有来，

而时光却沙沙地流去，使我发呆。

倒不是惋惜失掉了相见的甜蜜，

是因为我由此看出你的天性

缺乏那种最高的怜悯——尽管不乐意...