The old house by the lindens

椴树丛边的老屋

Stood silent in the shade,

静静立在浓荫里，

And on the gravelled pathway

铺着沙石的小路上

The light and shadow played.

亮光和阴影嬉戏。

I saw the nursery windows

我看见育儿室窗户

Wide open to the air;

敞开着，朝向外边；

But the faces of the children,

孩子们可爱的小脸

They were no longer there.

却不在窗前出现。

The large Newfoundland house-dog

看门的纽芬兰大狗

Was standing by the door;

还站在门边等待，

He looked for his little playmates,

寻找它的小玩伴——

Who would return no more.

他们再也不回来。

They walked not under the lindens,

他们不在厅里玩，

They played not in the hall;

也不在椴树底下走；

But shadow, and silence, and sadness

笼罩一切的只有

Were hanging over all.

阴暗、寂静和哀愁。

The birds sang in the branches,

小鸟在枝头吟唱，

With sweet, familiar tone;

调子亲切又甜蜜；

But the voices of the children

孩子们清脆的嗓音

Will be heard in dreams alone!

要听见除非在梦里！

And the boy that walked beside me,

走在我身边的小孩，

He could not understand

他不懂：是什么缘故

Why closer in mine, ah! closer,

我把他温软的手儿

I pressed his warm, soft hand!

更紧更紧地抓住！