少年维特之烦恼(英文版)-第16部分

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so　much　fervour　that　he　seemed　to　feel　the　excess　of　bliss　which　he　enjoyed。

　　〃He　shall　kiss　you　too，〃　she　added　；　and　then　she　held　the　bird
toward　me。　His　little　beak　moved　from　her　mouth　to　mine　，　and　the　delightful
sensation　seemed　like　the　forerunner　of　the　sweetest　bliss。

　　〃A　kiss　，〃　I　observed，　〃does　not　seem　to　satisfy　him：　he　wishes
for　food，　and　seems　disappointed　by　these　unsatisfactory　endearments。〃

　　〃But　he　eats　out　of　my　mouth，〃　she　continued　，　and　extended　her
lips　to　him　containing　seed　；　and　she　smiled　with　all　the　charm　of　a
being　who　has　allowed　an　innocent　participation　of　her　love。

　　I　turned　my　face　away。　She　should　not　act　thus。　She　ought　not　to　excite
my　imagination　with　such　displays　of　heavenly　innocence　and　happiness　，
nor　awaken　my　heart　from　its　slumbers　，　in　which　it　dreams　of　the　worthlessness
of　life　！　And　why　not？　Because　she　knows　how　much　I　love　her。

　　SEPTEMBER　15。　It　makes　me　wretched，　Wilhelm，　to　think　that　there
should　be　men　incapable　of　appreciating　the　few　things　which　possess　a
real　value　in　life。　You　remember　the　walnut　trees　at　S——，　under　which
I　used　to　sit　with　Charlotte，　during　my　visits　to　the　worthy　old　vicar。
Those　glorious　trees，　the　very　sight　of　which　has　so　often　filled　my
heart　with　joy，　how　they　adorned　and　refreshed　the　parsonage　yard，　with
their　wide…extended　branches！　and　how　pleasing　was　our　remembrance　of
the　good　old　pastor　，　by　whose　hands　they　were　planted　so　many　years
ago　：　The　schoolmaster　has　frequently　mentioned　his　name。　He　had　it　from
his　grandfather。　He　must　have　been　a　most　excellent　man　；　and，　under
the　shade　of　those　old　trees，　his　memory　was　ever　venerated　by　me。　The
schoolmaster　informed　us　yesterday，　with　tears　in　his　eyes　，　that　those
trees　had　been　felled。　Yes，　cut　to　the　ground！　I　could，　in　my　wrath，
have　slain　the　monster　who　struck　the　first　stroke。　And　I　must　endure
this！——　I，　who，　if　I　had　had　two　such　trees　in　my　own　court，　and
one　had　died　from　old　age　，　should　have　wept　with　real　affliction。　But
there　is　some　fort　left，　such　a　thing　is　sentiment，　the　whole　village
murmurs　at　the　misfortune　；　and　I　hope　the　vicar's　wife　will　soon　find，
by　the　cessation　of　the　villagers'　presents　，　how　much　she　has　wounded
the　feelings　of　the　neighborhhood。　It　was　she　who　did　it，　the　wife　of
the　present　incumbent　（our　good　old　man　is　dead），　a　tall　，　sickly
creature　who　is　so　far　right　to　disregard　the　world　，　as　the　world　totally
disregards　her。　The　silly　being　affects　to　be　learned　，　pretends　to　examine
the　canonical　books　，　lends　her　aid　toward　the　new…fashioned　reformation
of　Christendom，　moral　and　critical　，　and　shrugs　up　her　shoulders　at
the　mention　of　Lavater's　enthusiasm。　Her　health　is　destroyed，　on　account
of　which　she　is　prevented　from　having　any　enjoyment　here　below。　Only　such
a　creature　could　have　cut　down　my　walnut　trees！　I　can　never　pardon　it。
Hear　her　reasons。　The　falling　leaves　made　the　court　wet　and　dirty　；　the
branches　obstructed　the　light　；　boys　threw　stones　at　the　nuts　when　they
were　ripe　，　and　the　noise　affected　her　nerves；　and　disturbed　her　profound
meditations　，　when　she　was　weighing　the　diffculties　of　Kennicot，　Semler，
and　Michaelis。　Finding　that　all　the　parish，　particularly　the　old　people，
were　displeased　，　I　asked　〃why　they　allowed　it　？〃　〃Ah　，　sir！〃　they
replied　，　〃when　the　steward　orders　，　what　can　we　poor　peasants　do　？
〃　But　one　thing　has　happened　well。　The　steward　and　the　vicar（who　，　for
once，　thought　to　reap　some　advantage　from　the　caprices　of　his　wife　）
intended　to　divide　the　trees　between　them。　The　revenue…office　，　being
informed　of　it，　revived　an　old　claim　to　the　ground　where　the　trees　had
stood　，　and　sold　them　to　the　best　bidder。　There　they　still　lie　on　the
ground。　If　I　were　the　sovereign　，　I　should　know　how　to　deal　with　them
all　，　vicar，　steward，　and　revenue…office。　Sovereign，　did　I　say？　I
should，　in　that　case　，　care　little　about　the　trees　that　grew　in　the
country。

　　OCTOBER　10。　Only　to　gaze　upon　her　dark　eyes　is　to　me　a　source　of　happiness！
And　what　grieves　me　，　is　，　that　Albert　does　not　seem　so　happy　as　he
——　hoped　to　be——　as　I　should　have　been——　if　——　I　am　no　friend
to　these　pauses　，　but　here　I　cannot　express　it　otherwise　；　and　probably
I　am　explicit　enough。

　　OCTOBER　12。　Ossian　has　superseded　Homer　in　my　heart。　To　what　a　world
does　the　illustrious　bard　carry　me！　To　wander　over　pathless　wilds，　surrounded
by　impetuous　whirlwinds　，　where，　by　the　feeble　light　of　the　moon，　we
see　the　spirits　of　our　ancestors；　to　hear　from　the　mountain…tops　，　mid
the　roar　of　torrents，　their　plaintive　sounds　issuing　from　deep　caverns，
and　the　sorrowful　lamentations　of　a　maiden　who　sighs　and　expires　on　the
mossy　tomb　of　the　warrior　by　whom　she　was　adored。　I　meet　this　bard　with
silver　hair　；　he　wanders　in　the　valley　；　he　seeks　the　footsteps　of　his
fathers　，　and，　alas　！　he　finds　only　their　tombs。　Then，　contemplating
the　pale　moon　，　as　she　sinks　beneath　the　waves　of　the　rolling　sea，　the
memory　of　bygone　days　strikes　the　mind　of　the　hero，　days　when　approaching
danger　invigorated　the　brave，　and　the　moon　shone　upon　his　bark　laden
with　spoils　，　and　returning　in　triumph。　When　I　read　in　his　countenance
deep　sorrow　，　when　I　see　his　dying　glory　sink　exhausted　into　the　grave，
as　he　inhales　new　and　heart…thrilling　delight　from　his　approaching　union
with　his　beloved，　and　he　casts　a　look　on　the　cold　earth　and　the　tall
grass　which　is　so　soon　to　cover　him　，　and　then　exclaims，　〃The　traveller
will　e　，——　he　will　e　who　has　seen　my　beauty，　and　he　will　ask，
'Where　is　the　bard，　where　is　the　illustrious　son　of　Fingal　？'　He　will
walk　over　my　tomb　，　and　will　seek　me　in　vain　！〃　Then，　O　my　friend，
I　could　instantly　，　like　a　true　and　noble　knight　，　draw　my　sword，　and
deliver　my　prince　from　the　long　and　painful　languor　of　a　living　death　，
and　dismiss　my　own　soul　to　follow　the　demigod　whom　my　hand　had　set　free！

　　OCTOBER　19。　Alas！　the　void　the　fearful　void，　which　I　feel　in　my
bosom　！　Sometimes　I　think，　if　I　could　only　once　but　once，　press　her
to　my　heart　，　this　dreadful　void　would　be　filled。

　　OCTOBER　26。　Yes　，　I　feel　certain　，　Wilhelm，　and　every　day　I　bee
more　certain，　that　the　existence　of　any　being　whatever　is　of　very　little
consequence。　A　friend　of　Charlotte's　called　to　see　her　just　now。　I　withdrew
into　a　neighbouring　apartment　，　and　took　up　a　book　；　but，　finding　I
could　not　read，　I　sat　down　to　write。　I　heard　them　converse　in　an　undertone
：　they　spoke　upon　indifferent　topics　，　and　retailed　the　news　of　the
town。　One　was　going　to　be　married　；　another　was　ill，　very　ill　，　she
had　a　dry　cough　，　her　face　was　growing　thinner　daily　，　and　she　had　occasional
fits。　〃N——　is　very　unwell　too　，〃　said　Charlotte。　〃His　limbs　begin　to
swell　already　，〃　answered　the　other；　and　my　lively　imagination　carried
me　at　once　to　the　beds　of　the　infirm。　There　I　see　them　struggling　against
death　，　with　all　the　agonies　of　pain　and　horror；　and　these　women，　Wilhelm，
talk　of　all　this　with　as　much　indifference　as　one　would　mention　the　death
of　a　stranger。　And　when　I　look　around　the　apartment　where　I　now　am——
when　I　see　Charlotte's　apparel　lying　before　me，　and　Albert's　writings，
and　all　those　articles　of　furniture　which　are　so　familiar　to　me　，　even
to　the　very　inkstand　which　I　am　using　，——　when　I　think　what　I　am　to
this　family　——　everything。　My　friends　esteem　me　；　I　often　contribute
to　their　happiness，　and　my　heart　seems　as　if　it　could　not　beat　without
them；　and　yet——　if　I　were　to　die　，　if　I　were　to　be　summoned　from　the
midst　of　this　circle，　would　they　feel——　or　how　long　would　they　feel
the　void　which　my　loss　would　make　in　their　existence？　How　long　！　Yes，
such　is　the　frailty　of　man，　that　even　there，　where　he　has　the　greatest
consciousness　of　his　own　being，　where　he　makes　the　strongest　and　most
forcible　impression　，　even　in　the　memory　，　in　the　heart　，　of　his　beloved，
there　also　he　must　perish　，——　vanish　，——　and　that　quickly。

　　OCTOBER　27。　I　could　tear　open　my　bosom　with　vexation　to　think　how
little　we　are　capable　of　influencing　the　feelings　of　each　other。　No　one
can　municate　to　me　those　sensations　of　love，　joy，　rapture，　and　delight
which　I　do　not　naturally　possess；　and，　though　my　heart　may　glow　with
the　most　lively　affection　，　I　cannot　make　the　happiness　of　one　in　whom
the　same　warmth　is　not　inherent。

　　OCTOBER　27：　Evening。　I　possess　so　much　，　but　my　love　for　her　absorbs
it　all。　I　possess　so　much　，　but　without　her　I　have　nothing。

　　OCTOBER　30。　One　hundred　times　have　I　been　on　the　point　of　embracing
her。　Heavens！　what　a　torment　it　is　to　see　so　much　loveliness　passing
and　repassing　before　us　，　and　yet　not　dare　to　lay　hold　of　it　！　And　laying
hold　is　the　most　natural　of　human　instincts。　Do　not　children　touch　everything
they　see？　And　I！

　　NOVEMBER　3。　Witness　，　Heaven　，　how　often　I　lie　down　in　my　bed　with
a　wish，　and　even　a　hope，　that　I　may　never　awaken　again。　And　in　the　morning，
when　I　open　my　eyes　，　I　behold　the　sun　once　more　，　and　am　wretched。
If　I　were　whimsical　，　I　might　blame　the　weather，　or　an　acquaintance　，
or　some　personal　disappointment　，　for　my　discontented　mind　；　and　then
this　insupportable　load　of　trouble　would　not　rest　entirely　upon　myself。
But　，　alas　！　I　feel　it　too　sadly。　I　am　alone　the　cause　of　my　own　woe，
am　I　not？　Truly，　my　own　bosom　contains　the　source　of　all　my　sorrow，
as　it　previously　contained　the　source　of　all　my　pleasure。　Am　I　not　the
same　being　who　once　enjoyed　an　excess　of　happiness，　who，　at　every　step，
saw　paradise　open　before　him，　and　whose　heart　was　ever　expanded　toward
the　whole　world　？　And　this　heart　is　now　dead　，　no　sentiment　can　revive
it；　my　eyes　are　dry；　and　my　senses，　no　more　refreshed　by　the　influence
of　soft　tears　，　wither　and　consume　my　brain。　I　suffer　much　，　for　I　have
lost　the　only　charm　of　life　：　that　active，　sacred　power　which　created
worlds　around　me，——　it　is　no　more。　When　I　look　from　my　window　at　the
distant　hills　，　and　behold　the　morning　s