I

你这样苍白：是否

倦于攀天和下望尘寰，

Art thou pale for weariness

伶仃孤苦地飘流

Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth,

在万千异己的星宿间——

Wandering companionless

永久变幻，像无欢的眼

Among the stars that have a different birth, —

找不出什么值得久盻？

And ever changing, like a joyless eye

That finds no object worth its constancy?

II

Thou chosen sister of the Spirit,

That gazes on thee till in thee it pities ...