月出时分

月出时分

月出
I thought you a fire
On Heron-Plantation Hill,
Dealing out mischief the most dire
To the chattels of men of hire
There in their vill.
我想你是火焰
高高地燃烧在苍茫的种植园山岗
看着那些工人们与悲惨的命运达成交易
那里，躺着他们的村庄
But by and by
You turned a yellow-green,
Like a large glow-worm in the sky;
And then I could descry
Your mood and mien.
不久之后
你将换上黄绿色的裳
就像一只夜空下的萤火虫
我能够看见
你的沉思与静谧的风采
How well I know
Your furtive feminine shape!
As if reluctantly you show
You nude of cloud, and but by favour throw
Aside its drape . . .
我比谁人都明了
你的轻盈充满女性温柔的身躯
仿佛你不愿将
光洁的云朵加以示人
你更喜欢的是轻轻为它披上
一件薄纱
How many a year
Have you kept pace with me,
Wan Woman of the waste up there,
Behind a hedge, or the bare
Bough of a tree!
一年中我们曾并肩
踏足多少的地方
垃圾堆旁的苍白女人
走过篱笆墙外，或者是在那一株
落尽了叶子的树枝下
No novelty are you,
O Lady of all my time,
Veering unbid into my view
Whether I near Death\’s mew,
Or Life\’s top cyme!
我对你再也熟习不过
与我时刻相伴的月光女神
你走进我的眼际
无论我靠近死神的荒冢
亦或是生命之树的顶端！