P. B. Shelley - Lines 汉译

1

That time is dead for ever, child!

Drowned, frozen, dead for ever!

We look on the past

And stare aghast

At the specters wailing, pale and ghast,

Of hopes with thou and I beguiled

To death on life’s dark river.

2

The stream we gazed on then rolled by;

Its waves are unreturning;

But we yet stand

In a lone land,

Like tombs to mark the memory

Of hopes and fears, which fade and flee

In the light of life’s dim morning.

                           1817.