我多次听说过露西·格瑞；

Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray:

 当我在野外独行，

 And, when I crossed the wild,

天亮时，偶然瞥见过一回

I chanced to see at break of day

 这孤独女孩的形影。

 The solitary child.

露西的住处是辽阔荒地，

No mate, no comrade Lucy knew;

 她没有同伴、朋友；

 She dwelt on a wide moor,

人世间千家万户的孩子里

—The sweetest thing that ever grew

 就数她甜蜜温柔！

 Beside a human door!

你还能瞧见嬉闹的小山羊，

You yet may spy the fawn at play,

 草地上野兔欢跳；

 The hare upon the green;

露西·格瑞的可爱脸庞

But the sweet face of Lucy Gray

 却再也不能见到。

 Will never more be seen.

“今天夜里准会起暴风，

"To-night will be a stormy night—

 你得进城去一趟；

 You to the town must go;

孩子，你得带一盏提灯，

And take a lantern, Child, to light

 雪地里给你妈照亮。”

 Your mother through the snow."

“我很乐意走一趟，爸爸！

"That, Father! will I gladly do:

 晌午刚过了不久——

 'Tis scarcely afternoon—

教堂的大钟刚敲过两下，

The minster-clock has just struck two,

 月亮还远在那头。”

 And yonder is the moon!"

这时，她父亲便举起镰刀，

At this the Father raised his hook,

 砍断柴捆的围箍；

 And snapped a faggot-band;

他忙着干活，露西便趁早

He plied his work;—and Lucy took

 提着那盏灯上路。

 The lantern in her hand.

山上小鹿哪有她活泼：

Not blither is the mountain roe:

 她步子变换不定，

 With many a wanton stroke

脚儿扬起了白雪粉末，

Her feet disperse the powdery snow,

 像一阵烟雾腾腾。

 That rises up like smoke.

大风暴提前来到了荒原，

The storm came on before its time:

 荒原上走着露西；

 She wandered up and down;

她上坡下坡，越岭翻山，

And many a hill did Lucy climb:

 却没有走到城里。

 But never reached the town.

整整一夜，焦急的爹娘

The wretched parents all that night

 四下里奔跑喊叫；

 Went shouting far and wide;

听不到声音，看不到迹象，

But there was neither sound nor sight

 上哪儿把她寻找！

 To serve them for a guide.

天亮了，他们俩登上山头——

At day-break on a hill they stood

 山头俯临着荒地；

 That overlooked the moor;

那座桥（离家门两百米左右）

And thence they saw the bridge of wood,

 显露在他们眼底。

 A furlong from their door.

他们哭起来，往回走，哭叫：

They wept—and, turning homeward, cried,

 “在天国再见吧，亲人！”

 "In heaven we all shall meet;"

雪地里，那母亲忽然看到

—When in the snow the mother spied

 露西的小小脚印。

 The print of Lucy's feet.

他们走下陡峭的山崖，

Then downwards from the steep hill's edge

 紧跟着那一线脚印；

 They tracked the footmarks small;

穿过残破的山楂篱笆，

And through the broken hawthorn hedge,

 傍着石头墙行进；

 And by the long stone-wall;

他们踏过那一片荒地，

And then an open field they crossed:

 脚印还历历可见；

 The marks were still the same;

他们紧跟着，寸步不离，

They tracked them on, nor ever lost;

 终于来到了桥边。

 And to the bridge they came.

他们紧跟着，从积雪的河滨

They followed from the snowy bank

 直到木桥的中段；

 Those footmarks, one by one,

那一个挨着一个的脚印

Into the middle of the plank;

 到此便陡然中断！

 And further there were none!

有人坚持说：直到如今，

—Yet some maintain that to this day

 露西还活在人间；

 She is a living child;

看得见她那美妙形影

That you may see sweet Lucy Gray

 出没在幽静荒原。

 Upon the lonesome wild.

石块上，沙土上，她只顾前行，

O'er rough and smooth she trips along,

 从来不回头望望；

 And never looks behind;

唱着一首歌，寂寞凄清，

And sings a solitary song

 歌声在风中回荡。

 That whistles in the wind.