在那些执着的观看者眼里，

As sometimes in a dead man's face,

死者脸上有时会呈现出

   To those that watch it more and more,

一种之前难以察觉的

   A likeness, hardly seen before,

族类的相似：

Comes out—to some one of his race:

同样，亲爱的，如今你眉梢已冷，

So, dearest, now thy brows are cold,

我也辨识清楚你之所是，

   I see thee what thou art, and know

明白你与那些已逝的智者相似，

   Thy likeness to the wise below,

且与古代的大师们同宗。

Thy kindred with the great of old.

但还有东西超出我的目力，

But there is more than I can see,

而我看清的地方也欲言又止，

   And what I see I leave unsaid,

也不去谈论，因我懂得死神

   Nor speak it, knowing Death has made

要用你使他的黑暗美丽。

His darkness beautiful with thee.