Still on the tower stood the vane,

风向标静止在塔楼顶上，

A black yew gloom'd the stagnant air;

黑紫衫遮暗凝滞的空气；

I peer'd athwart the chancel pane

透过圣坛后的玻璃一望，

And saw the altar cold and bare.

我看到祭坛前冷清空寂。

A clog of lead was round my feet,

铅块像是绑上了我的脚，

A band of pain across my brow;

我整个头颅一阵阵剧痛；

'Cold altar, heaven and earth shall meet

“冷冷的祭坛哪，在你听到

Before you hear my marriage vow.'

我的婚誓前，天地将合拢。”

I turn'd and humm'd a bitter song

我转脸哼一支苦涩小曲，

That mock'd the wholesome human heart,

它嘲笑的是人心的宽厚；

And then we met in wrath and wrong,

接着我们在怨毒中相遇，

We met, but only meant to part.

而相遇只是意味着分手。

Full cold my greeting was and dry;

我的问候话冷淡而干涩；

She faintly smiled, she hardly moved;

她似笑非笑，没怎么动弹；

I saw with half-unconscious eye

她穿着我所赞同的颜色，

She wore the colors I approved.

可对此我似乎视而未见。

She took the little ivory chest,

她把小小象牙匣拿在手，

With half a sigh she turn'd the key,

微微叹口气扭动了钥匙，

Then raised her head with lips comprest,

然后抿紧着嘴唇抬起头，

And gave my letters back to me;

将我那些信还到我手里。

And gave the trinkets and the rings,

又还我指环等等小饰品，

My gifts, when gifts of mine could please.

这些曾使她快活的礼物——

As looks a father on the things

如今我看着它们的神情，

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

像父亲看着儿子的遗物。

She told me all her friends had said;

她讲到她朋友们的言辞，

I raged against the public liar;

那流言蜚语快把我气疯；

She talk'd as if her love were dead,

说话中她似乎爱心已死，

But in my words were seeds of fire.

而我的话中却有着火种。

'No more of love, your sex is known;

“还谈什么爱，这就是女人；

I never will be twice deceived.

这种当我再不上第二回。

Henceforth I trust the man alone,

从今后我只能信任男人，

The woman cannot be believed.

决不能再信任女流之辈。

'Thro' slander, meanest spawn of hell, —

“谣言是地狱最贱的产物，

And women's slander is the worst, —

而女人的造谣最最凶狠，

And you, whom once I loved so well,

我爱你爱得是那样专注，

Thro' you my life will be accurst.'

可谣言和你将毁我一生。”

I spoke with heart and heat and force,

我那激动激烈的心里话

I shook her breast with vague alarms —

隐隐使她惊恐的心乱跳——

Like torrents from a mountain source

像两股急流从山上冲下，

We rush'd into each other's arms.

我们扑进了对方的怀抱。

We parted; sweetly gleam'd the stars,

我们分别时星星在闪烁，

And sweet the vapor-braided blue;

烟雾缭绕的蓝天有多美；

Low breezes fann'd the belfry bars,

我从教堂边朝着家中走，

As homeward by the church I drew.

微风把钟楼栅栏轻轻吹。

The very graves appear'd to smile,

连一个个墓仿佛都在笑，

So fresh they rose in shadow'd swells;

起伏在阴影中显得清新；

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

“幽暗的门廊、寂静的通道，”

There comes a sound of marriage bells.'

我说，“传来了婚礼的钟声。”