William Wordsworth - Strange Fits of Passion Have I Known 汉译

Strange fits of passion have I known:

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But in the Lover’s ear alone,

  What once to me befell.

When she I loved looked every day

  Fresh as a rose in June,

I to her cottage bent my way,

  Beneath an evening-moon.

Upon the moon I fixed my eye,

  All over the wide lea;

With quickening pace my horse drew nigh

  Those paths so dear to me.

And now we reached the orchard-plot;

  And, as we climbed the hill,

The sinking moon to Lucy’s cot

Came near, and nearer still.

In one of those sweet dreams I slept,

  Kind Nature’s gentlest boon!

And all the while my eyes I kept

  On the descending moon.

My horse moved on; hoof after hoof

  He raised, and never stopped:

When down behind the cottage roof,

  At once, the bright moon dropped.

What fond and wayward thoughts will slide

  Into a Lover’s head!

“O mercy!” to myself I cried,

  “If Lucy should be dead!”