William Butler Yeats

Unwearied still, lover by lover,

They paddle in the cold

Companionable streams or climb the air;

Their hearts have not grown old;

Passion or conquest¹, wander where they will,

Attend upon them still.

它们比翼双飞，永不厌倦，

时而荡浆于多情的湖面，

时而双翼凌空，一举千里，

活力永不衰减。

无论游往何地，激情和志向，

将伴随它们日久天长。

But now they drift² on the still water,

Mysterious, beautiful;

Among what rushes will they build,

By what lake’s edge or pool

Delight men’s eyes when I awake some day

To find they have flown away?

如今，它们悠游于幽静的水面，

神秘而又美研。

它们将沿着怎样的湖边，

在怎样的蒲苇中筑起家园，

让人们把喜悦写入眼帘，

当某天早晨我突然起身，

发现它们早已杳无踪痕?