I

I

One morn before me were three figures seen,

一早，我看见面前有三个形象，

   With bowed necks, and joined hands, side-faced;

   他们垂着头，携着手，侧过了脸庞；

And one behind the other stepped serene,

一个挨着另一个，举步安详，

   In placid sandals, and in white robes graced;

   穿着透明的晶鞋，典雅的素装；

They passed, like figures on a marble urn,

他们走过，像石瓮表面的浮雕，

   When shifted round to see the other side;

   石瓮转动着，可以看到另一面；

      They came again; as when the urn once more

      他们又来了；石瓮再旋转一程，

Is shifted round, the first seen shades return;

翻过来，最初见到的影子又来到；

   And they were strange to me, as may betide

   我觉得他们很奇特，正如深谙

      With vases, to one deep in Phidian lore.

       菲迪亚斯的艺术者见到了希腊瓶。

II

II

How is it, Shadows! that I knew ye not?

影子们！我怎么不认识你们？怎么——

   How came ye muffled in so hush a masque?

   你们这样悄悄地戴着面具来？

Was it a silent deep-disguised plot

这可是暗地里精心装扮的计策

   To steal away, and leave without a task

   要偷走我怠惰的时光，再把它丢开

My idle days? Ripe was the drowsy hour;

而毫不费力？倦睡的时刻在发酵；

   The blissful cloud of summer indolence

   无忧无虑的云彩在慵懒的夏日

      Benumbed my eyes; my pulse grew less and less;

      困住我两眼；我脉搏越来越缓慢；

Pain had no sting, and pleasure's wreath no flower:

痛苦不刺人，欢乐没鲜花炫耀：

   Oh, why did ye not melt, and leave my sense

   你们呵，为什么不化掉，让我感知

      Unhaunted quite of all but—nothingness?

      谁也没来干扰我，除了那——虚幻？

III

III

A third time passed they by, and, passing, turned

他们第三次走过，经过时，他们

   Each one the face a moment whiles to me;

   每人不时地把面孔转向我片刻；

Then faded, and to follow them I burned

然后退去，我渴望去追随他们，

   And ached for wings because I knew the three;

   苦想生翅膀，我认识他们三个；

The first was a fair maid, and Love her name;

第一位，美丽的姑娘，名叫爱情；

   The second was Ambition, pale of cheek,

   第二位，正是雄心，面色苍白，

      And ever watchful with fatigued eye;

      永远在观察，用一双疲惫的眼睛；

The last, whom I love more, the more of blame

第三位，我最爱，人们骂她越凶狠

   Is heaped upon her, maiden most unmeek,—

   我越爱，是个最不驯服的女孩——

      I knew to be my demon Poesy.

      我知道她是我的诗歌之精灵。

IV

IV

They faded, and, forsooth! I wanted wings:

他们退去了，真的！我想要羽翅：

   Oh, folly! What is Love? And where is it?

   傻话！什么是爱情？它在哪里？

And, for that poor Ambition! It springs

还有那可怜的雄心！从一个男子

   From a man's little heart's short fever-fit;

   小小心灵阵发的热病中它跃起；

For Poesy! —No, —she has not a joy—

呵诗歌！——不，她没有欢乐，至少

   At least for me—so sweet as drowsy noons,

   对于我，不如午时甜甜的睡眠，

      And evenings steeped in honeyed indolence.

      不如黄昏时惬意的懒散游荡，

Oh, for an age so sheltered from annoy

但愿呵，来一个时代，避开烦恼，

   That I may never know how change the moons,

   让我永远不知道月缺月圆，

      Or hear the voice of busy common-sense!

      永远听不见常理的繁忙喧嚷！

V

V

A third time came they by; —Alas, wherefore?

他们又来了；——唉！这是为什么？

   My sleep had been embroidered with dim dreams;

   蒙眬的梦境装饰了我的睡眠；

My soul had been a lawn besprinkled o'er

我灵魂是一块草地，上面撒满了

   With flowers, and stirring shades, and baffled beams:

   鲜花，颤动的阴影，折射的光线：

The morn was clouded, but no shower fell,

晨空布满了阴云，但没下阵雨，

   Though in her lids hung the sweet tears of May;

   虽然晨睫挂着五月的甘泪；

      The open casement pressed a new-leaved vine,

      打开的窗户紧挨着葡萄藤新叶，

   Let in the budding warmth and throstle's lay;

让新蕾的温馨和鸫鸟的歌声进入；

O Shadows! 'twas a time to bid farewell!

   影子们！时候到了，让我们说再会！

      Upon your skirts had fallen no tears of mine.

      你们的衣裙没沾上我的泪液。

VI

VI

So, ye three Ghosts, adieu! Ye cannot raise

再见吧，三鬼魂！你们不能够把我

   My head cool-bedded in the flowery grass;

   枕着阴凉花野的头颅托起来；

For I would not be dieted with praise,

我不愿人们喂我以赞誉，把我

   A pet-lamb in a sentimental farce!

   当作言情闹剧里一只羊来宠爱！

Fade softly from my eyes, and be once more5

从我眼前退隐吧，再一次变做

   In masque-like figures on the dreamy urn;

   梦中石瓮上假面人一般的叠影；

      Farewell! I yet have visions for the night,

      再会！在夜里我拥有幻象联翩，

And for the day faint visions there is store.

到白天，我仍有幻象，虽然微弱；

      Vanish, ye Phantoms! from my idle sprite

消逝吧，鬼魂们！离开我闲怠的心灵，

   Into the clouds, and never more return!

   飞入云端去，不要再回来，永远！