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26.He came and sat by my side but I woke not.
26.他來坐在我的身邊，而我沒有醒起。
What a cursed sleep it was, O miserable me!
多么可恨的睡眠，唉，不幸的我呵！
He came when the night was still; he had his harp in his hands, and my dreams became resonant with its melodies.
他在靜夜中來到；手里拿著琴，我的夢魂和他的音樂起了共鳴。
Alas, why are my nights all thus lost?
唉，為什么每夜就這樣地虛度了？
Ah, why do I ever miss his sight whose breath touches my sleep?
呵，他的氣息接觸了我的睡眠，為什么我總看不見他的面？
