W. B. Yeats - Two Songs of a Fool (II) 汉译

I slept on my three-legged stool by the fire,  

The speckled cat slept on my knee;  

We never thought to enquire  

Where the brown hare might be,  

And whether the door were shut.  

Who knows how she drank the wind  

Stretched up on two legs from the mat,  

Before she had settled her mind  

To drum with her heel and to leap:  

Had I but awakened from sleep  

And called her name she had heard,  

It may be, and had not stirred,  

That now, it may be, has found  

The horn’s sweet note and the tooth of the hound.