W. B. Yeats - Friends 汉译

Now must I these three praise —

Three women that have wrought

What joy is in my days:

One because no thought,

Nor those unpassing cares,

No, not in these fifteen

Many-times-troubled years,

Could ever come between

Mind and delighted mind;

And one because her hand

Had strength that could unbind

What none can understand,

What none can have and thrive,

Youth’s dreamy load, till she

So changed me that I live

Labouring in ecstasy.

And what of her that took

All till my youth was gone

With scarce a pitying look?

How could I praise that one?

When day begins to break

I count my good and bad,

Being wakeful for her sake,

Remembering what she had,

What eagle look still shows,

While up from my heart’s root

So great a sweetness flows

I shake from head to foot.