There is a change—and I am poor；

Your love hath been, nor long ago,

A fountain at my fond heart’s door,

Whose only business was to flow；

And flow it did; not taking heed¹

Of its bounty², or my need．

What happy moments did I count!

Blest was I then all bliss³ above!

Now for that consecrated⁴ fount

Of murmuring, sparkling, living love,

What have I? shall I dare to tell?

A comfortless and hidden well．

A well of love—it may be deep--

I trust it is,—and never dry：

What matter? if the waters sleep

In silence and obscurity．

—Such change, and at the very door

Of my fond heart, hath made me poor．

怨

只因事情发生突变，

我就显得多么可怜；

你的爱曾是喷涌的活水，

你的情曾是不竭的清泉；

那么慷慨，毫无顾忌，

沽沽地流进我的心田。

为这赐福我感谢上天，

我曾经多么辛福美满！

这泉水曾不尽地流淌，

带着窃窃私语、闪闪泪光、丝丝眷恋！

然而现在我无话可说，

我得到一口暗井装满忧烦。

这爱的暗井不明深浅，

那井水也许不会枯干；

可是这样又有何益，

如果昏暗的井底只是死水一潭？

这个突变把我痴迷的心搅乱，

我现在是多么可怜。