Frederick G. Tuckerman - Under the Mountain, As When First I Knew 汉译

Under the mountain, as when first I knew

Its low dark roof and chimney creeper-twined,

The red house stands; and yet my footsteps find,

Vague in the walks, waste balm and feverfew.

But they are gone: no soft-eyed sisters trip

Across the porch or lintels; where, behind,

The mother sat, sat knitting with pursed lip.

The house stands vacant in its green recess,

Absent of beauty as a broken heart.

The wild rain enters, and the sunset wind

Sighs in the chambers of their loveliness

Or shakes the pane—and in the silent noons

The glass falls from the window, part by part,

And ringeth faintly in the grassy stones.