OFT I had heard of Lucy Gray:

我常闻名葛露水：

And, when I crossed the wild,

我尝路经旷野

I chanced to see at break of day

天明时偶然遇见

The solitary child.  

这孤独的小孩。

No mate, no comrade Lucy knew;

无伴，露水绝无相识，

She dwelt on a wide moor,

她家在一荒凉的沼泽

--The sweetest thing that ever grew

——一颗最稀有的珍珠

Beside a human door!

偶尔掉入人家呵！

You yet may spy the fawn at play,

精灵的雏麋嬉嬉茸茸，

The hare upon the green;

玲珑的野兔逐逐猭猭，

But the sweet face of Lucy Gray

可怜露水儿的香踪

Will never more be seen.

已经断绝了尘缘。

"To-night will be a stormy night—

“今晚看来要起风涛，

You to the town must go;

你须镇上去走一遭，

And take a lantern, Child, to light

携一个灯，儿呀！去照

Your mother through the snow."

你娘雪地里回家才好。”

"That, Father! will I gladly do:

“爹呀！儿愿意极了，

'Tis scarcely afternoon—

此刻时光还早——

The minster-clock has just struck two,

那教堂钟才打两下，

And yonder is the moon!"

那边月儿到起来了！”

At this the Father raised his hook,

露水喜孜孜出门上道，

And snapped a faggot-band;

好比个小鹿儿寻流逐草；

He plied his work;--and Lucy took

那小足在雪地里乱蹦，

The lantern in her hand.

溅起一路的白玉烟梨花脑。

Not blither is the mountain roe:

那无情的风涛偏早到，

With many a wanton stroke

可怜她如何奋斗得了；

Her feet disperse the powdery snow,

她爬过了田低和山高，

That rises up like smoke.

但她目的地总到不了。

The storm came on before its time:

那可怜的父母终夜

She wandered up and down;

四处里号呼寻找；

And many a hill did Lucy climb:

凶惨的黑夜无听无见，

But never reached the town

失望的双亲泪竭声槁。

The wretched parents all that night

天明了！老夫妇爬上山额，

Went shouting far and wide;

望见了他们的沼泽，

But there was neither sound nor sight

又望见那座木桥

To serve them for a guide.

离家约半里之遥。

At day-break on a hill they stood

他们一头哭一头走，哭道：

That overlooked the moor;

“我们除非是在天上相会了；”

And thence they saw the bridge of wood,

——娘在雪里忽然发现，

A furlong from their door.

小小的足印，可不是露水的吗？

They wept--and, turning homeward, cried,

于是从山坡往下直下去，

"In heaven we all shall meet;"

他们踪迹那小鞋芒；

--When in the snow the mother spied

穿过一架破碎的荆篱，

The print of Lucy's feet.

缘着直长的石墙；

Then downwards from the steep hill's edge

他们过了一座田，

They tracked the footmarks small;

那足迹依旧分明；

And through the broken hawthorn hedge,

他们又向前，足迹依然，

And by the long stone-wall;

最后走到了桥边。

And then an open field they crossed:

河滩雪里点点足印，

The marks were still the same;

不幸的父母好不伤心；

They tracked them on, nor ever lost;

足迹点点又往前引，

And to the bridge they came.

引到了——断踪绝影。

They followed from the snowy bank

——但是至今还有人说，

Those footmarks, one by one,

那孩子依旧生存；

Into the middle of the plank;

说在寂寞的荒野

And further there were none!

有时见露水照样孤行。

--Yet some maintain that to this day

她跋涉苦辛，前进前进，

She is a living child;

不论甘苦，总不回顾，

That you may see sweet Lucy Gray

她唱一支孤独的歌，

Upon the lonesome wild.

在荒野听如风筝。

O'er rough and smooth she trips along,

And never looks behind;

And sings a solitary song

That whistles in the wind.