回家是回到

Coming home was to that:

凉爽草地上的白屋子，

The white house in the cool grass

透过影子的薄膜，闪亮的

Membraned with shadow, the bright stretch

河水做了小屋的镜子。

Of stream that was its looking—glass;

烟从屋顶上升起，

And smoke growing above the roof

到达大树的高枝，

To a tall tree among whose boughs

最初的星星在那里重温了

The first stars renewed their theme

时间，死亡和人的誓言的道理。

Of time and death and a man's vows.