W. B. Yeats - Three Songs to the One Burden (II) 汉译

My name is Henry Middleton,

I have a small demesne,

A small forgotten house that's set

On a storm-bitten green.

I scrub its floors and make my bed,

I cook and change my plate,

The Post and Garden-boy alone

Have keys to my old gate.

From mountain to mountain ride the fierce horsemen.

Though I have locked my gate on them,

I pity all the young,

I know what devil’s trade they learn

From those they live among,

Their drink, their pitch-and-toss by day,

Their robbery by night;

The wisdom of the people's gone,

How can the young go straight?

From mountain to mountain ride the fierce horsemen.

When every Sunday afternoon

On the Green Lands I walk

And wear a coat in fashion.

Memories of the talk

Of hen wives and of queer old men

Brace me and make me strong;

There’s not a pilot on the perch

Knows I have lived so long.

From mountain to mountain ride the fierce horsemen.