Emily Dickinson - If You Were Coming in the Fall 汉译

If you were coming in the fall,
I’d brush the Summer by
with half a smile, and half a spurn,
As Housewives do, a fly.

If I could see you in a year,
I’d wind the months in balls —
And put them each in separate Drawers,
For fear the numbers fuse —

If only Centuries, delayed,
I’d count them on my Hand,
Subtracting, till my fingers dropped
Into Van Diemen’s land.

If certain, when this life was out —
That yours and mine，should be,
I’d toss it yonder, like a rind,
And taste Eternity —

But，now,uncertain of the length
Of this, that is between,
It goals me, like the Goblin Bee —
That will not state — it’s sting.