The world washed in his imagination.

想象中世界受过浸洗，

The world was a shore, whether sound or form

世界是海岸，无论声音，形式

Or light, the relic of farewells.

还是光明，送别的纪念物，

Rock, of valedictory echoings,

离歌的回响，岩石，

To which his imagination returned,

他的想象总复归于这些，

From which it sped, a bar in space.

而后又像一行音符驰入空中，

Sand heaped in the clouds, giant that fought

云间尘沙堆积，巨人

Against the murderous alphabet:

与凶恶的字母搏斗：

The swarm of thoughts, the swarm of dreams

麋集的思想，麋集的梦

Of inaccessible Utopia.

梦见遥不可及的乌托邦。

A mountainous music always seemed

山的音乐似乎

To be falling and to be passing away.

不断飘临，不断消逝。