Cuộc hành hương của chàng hiệp sĩ Childe Harolds - Khúc thứ ba (11) Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage - Canto III (11)

Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage - Canto III (11)

But who can view the ripen’d rose, nor seek
To wear it? who can curiously behold
The smoothness and the sheen of beauty’s cheek,
Not feel the heart can never all grow old?
Who can contemplate Fame through clouds unfold
The star which rises o’er her steep, nor climb?
Harold, once more within the vortex, roll’d
On with the giddy circle, chasing Time,
Yet with a nobler aim than in his youth’s fond prime.