William Butler Yeats - The Rose of Peace 汉译

If Michael, leader of God's host

When Heaven and Hell are met,

Looked down on you from Heaven's doorpost

He would his deeds forget.

Brooding no more upon God's wars

In his Divine homestead,

He would go weave out of the stars

A chaplet for your head.

And all folk seeing him bow down,

And white stars tell your praise,

Would come at last to God's great town,

Led on by gentle ways;

And God would bid His warfare cease.

Saying all things were well;

And softly make a rosy peace,

A peace of Heaven with Hell.