让我们成为更有爱心的人

　　The More Loving One

　　by W.H.Auden

　　Looking up at the stars, I know quite well

　　That, for all they care, I can go to hell,

　　But on earth indifference is the least

　　We have to dread from man or beast.

　　How should we like it were stars to burn

　　With a passion for us we could not return?

　　If equal affection cannot be,

　　Let the more loving one be me.

　　Admirer as I think I am

　　Of stars that do not give a damn,

　　I cannot, now I see them ,say

　　I missed one terribly all day.

　　Were all stars to disappear or die

　　I should learn to look at an empty sky

　　And feel its total dark sublime,

　　Though this might take me a little time.