138. THE LOST SHEEP

And although the road be rough and steep

I go to the desert to find my sheep...

Nor how dark was the night that the Lird pass'd through

Ere he found his sheep that was lost.

Out in the desert he heard its cry—

Sick and helpless, and ready to die...

"Rejoice! I have found my sheep!"

And the angels echoed around the throne,

"Rejoice, for the Lord brings back his own!"

139. LOST

Desolate and lone

All night long on the lake

Where fog trails and mist creeps,

The whistle of a boat

Calls and cries unendingly,

Like some lost child

In tears and trouble

Hunting the harbor's breast

And the harbor's eyes.

140. LOVE AND AGE

(老了以后的回忆应该就是这样)

...And I did love you very dearly,

How dearly words want power to show;

...But though first love's impassion'd blindness

Has pass'd away in colder light,

I still have thought of you with kindness,

And shall do, till our last good-night.

The ever-rolling silent hours

Will bring a time we shall not know,

When our young days of gathering flowers

Will be an hundred years ago.

142. THE LOVE SONG OF J.ALFRED PRUFROCK

S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse

A persona che mai tornasse al mondo,

Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.

Ma preciocche giammai di questo fondo

Non torno vivo alcun, s'i'odo il vero,

Stenza tema d' infamia ti rispondo...

Streets that follow like a tedious argument

Of insidious intent

To lead you to an overwhelming question...

Eliot筆下的煙有點像貓curled once about the house, and fell asleep.

I have measured out my life with coffee spoons...

The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase...

That is not what I meant at all;

That is not it, at all...

It is impossible to say just what I mean!

But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen…

No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be...

No doubt, an easy tool,

Deferential, glad to be of use,

Politic, cautious, and meticulous;

Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;

At times, indeed, almost ridiculous—

Almost, at times, the Fool...

I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.

I do not think that they will sing to me.

I have seen them riding seaward on the waves

Combing the white hair of the waves blown back

When the wind blows the water white and black.

We have lingered in the chambers of the sea

By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown

Till human voices wake us, and we drown.

146.THE MILL

...Black water, smooth above the weir

Like starry velvet in the night...

148.MONEY

When I had money, money, O!

My many friends proved all untrue;

But now I have no money, O!

My friends are real though very few.

149. THE MOON

The full-orbed moon with unchanged ray

Mounts up the eastern sky...

She's mistress of the night.

152. MOVE EASTWARD, HAPPY EARTH...

Yon orange sunset waning slow:

From fringes of the faded eve...

To glass herself in dewy eyes

That watch me from the glen below.

155.MY HEART'S IN THE HIGHLANDS——Robert Burns

Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North,

The birthplace of valour, the country of worth!

Wherever I wander, wherever I roam,

The hills of the Highlands for ever I love...

Farewell to the mountains, high-cover'd with snow,

Farewell to the starths and green valleys below,

Farewell to the forests and wild-hanging woods,

Farewell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods!

156.MY SHADOW

...One morning, very early, before the sun was up,

I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup...

158.NATURE

O Nature! I do not aspire

To be the highest in thy choir, —

To be a meteor in thy sky,

Or comet that may range on high;

Only a zephyr that may blow

Among tHe reeds by the river low;

Give me thy my airy race...

For I'd rather be thy child

And pupil, in the forest wild,

Than be the king of men elsewhere,

And most sovereign slave of care;

To have one moment of thy dawn,

Than share the city's year forlorn.

160.NEW YEAR'S EVE—MIDNIGHT

Dead. The dead year is lying at my feet;

In this strange hour the past and future meet;

There is no present; no land in the vast sea;

Appalled, I stand here in Eternity.

...with unflinching eyes

I would tear through the secret of the skies;

Smile on, ye stars; in me there is a might

Which dares to scale your large empyreal height...

Powerless I know to check the river's sweep,

Powerful alone my own soul's truth to keep.

164.A NOISELESS PATIENT SPIDER

And you, O my Soul, where you stand,

Surrounded, surrounded, in measureless oceans of space,

Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing,—seeking the spheres, to connect them;

Till the bridge you will need, be form'd—till the ductile anchor hold;

Till the gossamer thread you fling, catch somewhere, O my Soul.

168.OCTOBER

October is the treasurer of the year,

And all the months pay bounty to her store;

The fields and orchards still their tribute bear,

And fill her brimming coffers more and more.

But she, with youthful lavishness,

Spends all her wealth in gaudy dress,

And decks herself in garments bold

Of scarlet, purple, red, and gold.

She heedeth not how swift the hours fly,

But smiles and sings her happy life along;

She only sees above a shining sky;

She only hears the breezes' voice in song.

Her garments trail the woodlands through,

And gather pearls of early dew

That sparkle, till the roguish Sun

Creeps up and steals them every one.

But what cares she that jewels should be lost,

When all of Nature's bounteous wealth is hers?

Though princely fortunes may have been their cost,

Not one regret her calm demeanor stirs.

Whole-hearted, happy, careless, free,

She lives her life out joyously,

Nor cares when Frost stalks o'er her way

And turns her auburn locks to gray.

170.THE OLD FAMILIAR FACES

I have had playmates, I have had companions,

In my days of childhood, in my joyful schooldays:

All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

I have been laughing, I have been carousing,

Drinking late, sitting late, with my bosom cronies:

All, all are gone, the old familiar faces...

171.ON THE BEACH AT NIGHT

...

And night at hand, only a very little above,

Swim the delicate sisters the Pleiades.

From the beach the child holding the hand of her father,

Those burial clouds that lower victorious soon to devour all,

Watching, silently weeps...

They shall not long possess the sky, they devour the stars only in apparition,

Jupiter shall emerge, be patient, watch again another night, the Pleiades shall emerge,

They are immortal, all those stars both silvery and golden shall shine out again,

The great stars and the little ones shall shine out again, they endure,

The vast immortal suns and the long-enduring pensive moons shall again shine...

Somewhere there is,

...

Something there is more immortal even than the stars,

...

Something that shall endure longer even than lustrous Jupiter,

Longer than sun or any revolving satellite,

Or the radient sisters of the Pleiades.

172.ON WOMAN

Though pedantry denies,

It's plain the Bible means

That Solomon grew wise

While talking with his queens...

Gnashing of teeth, despair...