椴树丛边的老屋

The old house by the lindens

静静立在浓荫里，

Stood silent in the shade,

铺着沙石的小路上

And on the gravelled pathway

亮光和阴影嬉戏。

The light and shadow played.

我看见育儿室窗户

I saw the nursery windows

敞开着，朝向外边；

Wide open to the air;

孩子们可爱的小脸

But the faces of the children,

却不在窗前出现。

They were no longer there.

看门的纽芬兰大狗

The large Newfoundland house-dog

还站在门边等待，

Was standing by the door;

寻找它的小玩伴——

He looked for his little playmates,

他们再也不回来。

Who would return no more.

他们不在厅里玩，

They walked not under the lindens,

也不在椴树底下走；

They played not in the hall;

笼罩一切的只有

But shadow, and silence, and sadness

阴暗、寂静和哀愁。

Were hanging over all.

小鸟在枝头吟唱，

The birds sang in the branches,

调子亲切又甜蜜；

With sweet, familiar tone;

孩子们清脆的嗓音

But the voices of the children

要听见除非在梦里！

Will be heard in dreams alone!

走在我身边的小孩，

And the boy that walked beside me,

他不懂：是什么缘故

He could not understand

我把他温软的手儿

Why closer in mine, ah! closer,

更紧更紧地抓住！

I pressed his warm, soft hand!