因为我不能停下来等待死亡——

Because I could not stop for Death –

他很贴心地停下来等我——

He kindly stopped for me –

四轮马车只搭载我们——

The Carriage held but just Ourselves –

还有所谓的“永生”。

And Immortality.

他慢慢驾车——不知匆忙为何物

We slowly drove – He knew no haste

我也把我的劳作和休息放在一边，

And I had put away

只为报答他的彬彬有礼——

My labor and my leisure too,

For His Civility –

我们路过学校，下课铃在响——

学童们在奋力休息——

We passed the School, where Children strove

我们路过谷物正在长成的田野

At Recess – in the Ring –

我们路过落阳——

We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain –

We passed the Setting Sun –

或者不如说——他路过了我们——

露珠滴下颤抖并且寒冷——

Or rather – He passed Us –

只因为薄纱，我的长裙——

The Dews drew quivering and Chill –

我的披肩——只因为网眼薄纱——

For only Gossamer, my Gown –

My Tippet – only Tulle –

我们停在一座房屋前，

它就像地上鼓起的土包——

We paused before a House that seemed

房顶几乎不可见——

A Swelling of the Ground –

飞檐——在土里——

The Roof was scarcely visible –

The Cornice – in the Ground –

从那一刻起——几个世纪过去了——但还是

感到比一日还短

Since then – 'tis Centuries – and yet

我第一次推测那马头

Feels shorter than the Day

是朝着永恒的方向。

I first surmised the Horses' Heads

Were toward Eternity