风向标静止在塔楼顶上，

Still on the tower stood the vane,

黑紫衫遮暗凝滞的空气；

A black yew gloom'd the stagnant air;

透过圣坛后的玻璃一望，

I peer'd athwart the chancel pane

我看到祭坛前冷清空寂。

And saw the altar cold and bare.

铅块像是绑上了我的脚，

A clog of lead was round my feet,

我整个头颅一阵阵剧痛；

A band of pain across my brow;

“冷冷的祭坛哪，在你听到

'Cold altar, heaven and earth shall meet

我的婚誓前，天地将合拢。”

Before you hear my marriage vow.'

我转脸哼一支苦涩小曲，

I turn'd and humm'd a bitter song

它嘲笑的是人心的宽厚；

That mock'd the wholesome human heart,

接着我们在怨毒中相遇，

And then we met in wrath and wrong,

而相遇只是意味着分手。

We met, but only meant to part.

我的问候话冷淡而干涩；

Full cold my greeting was and dry;

她似笑非笑，没怎么动弹；

She faintly smiled, she hardly moved;

她穿着我所赞同的颜色，

I saw with half-unconscious eye

可对此我似乎视而未见。

She wore the colors I approved.

她把小小象牙匣拿在手，

She took the little ivory chest,

微微叹口气扭动了钥匙，

With half a sigh she turn'd the key,

然后抿紧着嘴唇抬起头，

Then raised her head with lips comprest,

将我那些信还到我手里。

And gave my letters back to me;

又还我指环等等小饰品，

And gave the trinkets and the rings,

这些曾使她快活的礼物——

My gifts, when gifts of mine could please.

如今我看着它们的神情，

As looks a father on the things

像父亲看着儿子的遗物。

Of his dead son, I look'd on these.

她讲到她朋友们的言辞，

She told me all her friends had said;

那流言蜚语快把我气疯；

I raged against the public liar;

说话中她似乎爱心已死，

She talk'd as if her love were dead,

而我的话中却有着火种。

But in my words were seeds of fire.

“还谈什么爱，这就是女人；

'No more of love, your sex is known;

这种当我再不上第二回。

I never will be twice deceived.

从今后我只能信任男人，

Henceforth I trust the man alone,

决不能再信任女流之辈。

The woman cannot be believed.

“谣言是地狱最贱的产物，

'Thro' slander, meanest spawn of hell, —

而女人的造谣最最凶狠，

And women's slander is the worst, —

我爱你爱得是那样专注，

And you, whom once I loved so well,

可谣言和你将毁我一生。”

Thro' you my life will be accurst.'

我那激动激烈的心里话

I spoke with heart and heat and force,

隐隐使她惊恐的心乱跳——

I shook her breast with vague alarms —

像两股急流从山上冲下，

Like torrents from a mountain source

我们扑进了对方的怀抱。

We rush'd into each other's arms.

我们分别时星星在闪烁，

We parted; sweetly gleam'd the stars,

烟雾缭绕的蓝天有多美；

And sweet the vapor-braided blue;

我从教堂边朝着家中走，

Low breezes fann'd the belfry bars,

微风把钟楼栅栏轻轻吹。

As homeward by the church I drew.

连一个个墓仿佛都在笑，

The very graves appear'd to smile,

起伏在阴影中显得清新；

So fresh they rose in shadow'd swells;

“幽暗的门廊、寂静的通道，”

'Dark porch,' I said, 'and silent aisle,

我说，“传来了婚礼的钟声。”

There comes a sound of marriage bells.'