白朗宁夫人抒情十四行诗集第一首








我想起，当年希腊的诗人曾经歌咏：

I thought once how Theocritus had sung

年复一年，那良辰在殷切的盼望中 !

Of the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years,

翩然降临，各自带一份礼物

Who each one in a gracious hand appears

分送给世人－－年老或是年少。

To bear a gift for mortals, old or young:

当我这么想，感叹着诗人的古调，

And, as I mused it in his antique tongue,

穿过我泪眼所逐渐展开的幻觉，

I saw, in gradual vision through my tears,

我看见，那欢乐的岁月、哀伤的岁月－－

The sweet, sad years, the melancholy years,

我自己的年华，把一片片黑影接连着

Those of my own life, who by turns had flung

掠过我的身。紧接着，我就觉察

A shadow across me. Straightway I was 'ware,

（我哭了）我背后正有个神秘的黑影

So weeping, how a mystic Shape did move

在移动，而且一把揪住了我的发，

Behind me, and drew me backward by the hair;

往后拉，还有一声吆喝（我只是在挣扎）：

And a voice said in mastery, while I strove, --

"这回是谁逮住了你？猜！""死，"我答话。

`Guess now who holds thee?' -- `Death.' I said. But, there

听哪，那银铃似的回音："不是死，是爱！"

The silver answer rang, -- `Not Death, but love.











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