Love, strong as Death, is dead.

Come, let us make his bed

Among the dying flowers:

A green turf at his head;

And a stone at his feet,

Whereon we may sit

In the quiet evening hours.

He was born in the Spring,

And died before the harvesting:

On the last warm summer day

He left us; he would not stay

For Autumn twilight¹ cold and grey.

Sit we by his grave, and sing

He is gone away.

To few chords and sad and low

Sing we so:

Be our eyes fixed² on the grass

Shadow-veiled as the years pass,

While we think of all that was

In the long ago.

终结

克里斯蒂娜·罗塞蒂（著）

爱，如死一般顽强，也已经死亡，

来吧，在凋谢的百花丛中，

让我们给它寻找一个安息的地方。

在它的头旁栽上青草，

再放一块石头在它的脚边，

这样，我们可以坐在上面，

在黄昏寂静的时光。

它诞生在春天，

却夭折在秋收以前；

在一个温暖的夏天，

它离我们而去，不再回来！

它害怕秋天的黄昏，

又冷又灰暗。

我们坐在它的墓旁，

叹息它的死亡。

轻轻地拨动琴弦，

我们悲哀地低声歌唱：

“我们的目光倾注在青青的草上，

当岁月流逝，它们也披满了忧伤；

眼前的一切恍如昨日，

可是，那已是很久、很久以前！”