As sometimes in a dead man's face,

在越看越仔细的人眼里，

   To those that watch it more and more,

　　有时在一位死者的脸上

   A likeness, hardly seen before,

　　会发现前所未见的相像—一

Comes out—to some one of his race:

同他家族里的某人相似。

So, dearest, now thy brows are cold,

同样，你亲爱的脸虽已冷，

   I see thee what thou art, and know

　　我却看明白了你，看清了

   Thy likeness to the wise below,

　　你像已埋在地下的死者，

Thy kindred with the great of old.

并是古代伟人们的至亲。

But there is more than I can see,

但我并没有全部看清楚，

   And what I see I leave unsaid,

　而看清之处我没有全说，

   Nor speak it, knowing Death has made

　　也不想谈论，因为我懂得：

His darkness beautiful with thee.

死神用你美化他那黑处。