Edmund Blunden - The Midnight Skaters 汉译

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The icy pond lurks under,

The pole-tops steeple to the thrones

Of stars, sound gulfs of wonder;

But not the tallest thee, 'tis said,

Could fathom to this pond's black bed.

Then is not death at watch

Within those secret waters?

What wants he but to catch

Earth's heedless sons and daughters?

With but a crystal parapet

Between, he has his engines set.

Then on, blood shouts, on, on,

Twirl, wheel and whip above him,

Dance on this ball-floor thin and wan,

Use him as though you love him;

Court him, elude him, reel and pass,

And let him hate you through the glass.