Sidney Lanier - Barnacles 汉译

My soul is sailing through the sea,

But the Past is heavy and hindereth me,

The Past hath crusted and cumbrous shells

That jold the flesh of cold sea smells about my soul.

The huge waves wash, the high waves roll;,

Each barnacle clingeth and worketh dole

And hindereth me from sailing!

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Old Past, let go and drop in the sea

Till fathomless waters cover thee!

For I am living and thou art dead;

Thou drawest back; I strive ahead the day to find.

Thy shells unbind! Night cones behind;

I needs must hurry with the wind

And trim me vest for sailing.