Yes. I remember Adlestrop—

是的。我记得艾德尔斯托普——

The name, because one afternoon

这个名字，因为一个炎热的下午

Of heat the express-train drew up there

快车罕见地在那儿停下了。

Unwontedly. It was late June.

那是在一个六月的下旬。

蒸汽嘶嘶响。一个人清了清喉咙。

The steam hissed. Someone cleared his throat.

空空的月台上没有一个人离开

No one left and no one came

也没有一个人来。我看到的只是

On the bare platform. What I saw

艾德尔斯托普——仅仅一个名字

Was Adlestrop—only the name

以及柳树，柳叶菜，还有野草

和蚊子草，还有干草堆，

And willows, willow-herb, and grass,

同那高空中的云朵一样宁静，

And meadowsweet, and haycocks dry,

一样有寂寞的美。那一刻

No whit less still and lonely fair

有一只乌鸫在近处唱歌，

Than the high cloudlets in the sky.

在它周围，更远，更迷蒙的地方

是牛津郡和格洛斯特郡

And for that minute a blackbird sang

百鸟传来的啼鸣。

Close by, and round him, mistier,

Farther and farther, all the birds

Of Oxfordshire and Gloucestershire.