英文詩歌300首 AN IMMORALITY

AN IMMORALITY

By Ezra Pound

SING we for love and idleness,

Naught else is worth the having.

Though I have been in many a land,

There is naught else in living.

And I would rather have my sweet,

Though rose-leaves die of grieving.

Than do high deeds in Hungary

To pass all men’s believing.