Emily Bronte - Rememberance 汉译

Cold in the earth, and the deep snow piled above thee!

Far, far removed, cold in the dreary grave!

Have I forgot, my Only Love, to love thee,

Severed at last but Time’s all-wearing wave?

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Now, when alone, do my thoughts no longer hover

Over the mountains on Angora’s shore;

Resting their wings where heath and fern-leaves cover

That noble heart fot ever, ever more?

 

Cold in the earth, and fifteen wild Decembers

From those brown hills have melted into spring –

Faithful indeed is the spirit that remembers

After such years of change and suffering!

 

Sweet love of youth, forgive if I forget thee

While the Wold’s tide is bearing me along:

Sterner desires and darker hopes beset me,

Hopes which obscure but cannot do thee wrong.

 

No other Sun has lighten up my heaven;

No other Star has ever shone for me:

All my life’s bliss from thy dear lifE was given –

All my life’s bliss id in the grave with thee.

 

But when the days of golden dreams had perished

And even Despair was powerless to destroy,

Then did I learn how existence could be cherished,

Strengthened and fed without the aid of joy;

 

Then did I check the tears of useless passion,

Weaned my young soul from yearning after thine;

Sternly denied its burning wish to hasten

Down to that tomb already more than mine!

 

And even yet, I dare not let it languish,

Dare not indulge in Memory’s rapturous pain;

Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish,

How could I seek the empty world again?