John Vance Cheney - The Strong 汉译

  Nay, we may safely lean on him that grieves:

The pine has immemorially sighed,

  The enduring poplar’s are the trembling leaves.

To feel, and bow the head, is not to fear;

  To cheat with jest—that is the coward’s art:

Beware the laugh that battles back the tear;

  He’s false to all that’s traitor to his heart.

He of great deeds does grope amid the throng

  Like him whose steps toward Dagon’s temple bore;

These’s ever something sad about the strong—

  A look, a moan, like that on ocean’s shore.