With an old farmer whose hands

与一个年老的农夫，他的双手

Played her thin body's slow

弹奏着她单薄身体的缓慢的

Neglected music she lived

被忽视的音乐，她生活

In a gap in the hills where three

在群山的一个缝隙里，那里三棵

Pines kept the weight of the sky

松树撑住了天空的重量

From the roof patched with moss.

在长满苔藓的屋顶上。

He came from the cold moor

他从冰霜覆盖的寒冷荒原

Hooded with frost, in his eye

而来，在他眼中的

The light of the cracked lake

是那碎裂的湖面的光，

That once she had propped to comb

曾经她倚在那里梳理

Her hair in. None but his love,

她的头发。惟有他的爱，

Stiff in his shagged clothes,

他粗糙衣服内的僵硬，

Could thaw by so poor a fire

能够被她的微笑一般

As her smile made for him there

如此微弱的火解冻，那是为他而生的

On the hearth of the dead day.

在这死寂日子的炉床上。