Dante Gabriel Rossetti

The gray sea and the long black land;

And the startled little waves that leap

In fiery ringlets from their sleep,

As I gain the cove with pushing prow,

And quench its qpeed I’the slushy sand.

Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach;

Three fields to cross till a farm appears;

A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch

And blue spurt of a lighted match,

And a voice less loud, through its joys and fears,

Than the two hearts beating each to each!

 夜里的相会

但丁·加布里埃尔·罗塞蒂

灰色的大海，黑色的陆地；

黄黄的半轮月又低又大；

小波浪惊失了它们的睡眠，

跳成了一道道火织的发，

船头推进了滑溜的泥沙，

熄灭了速度，我到了小湾里。

一英里沙滩上暖和的海香；

三块田穿过了，农场才出现。

窗子上敲击一下，急促的刮檫，

擦亮的火柴开一朵蓝花，

一个低语，又害怕又喜欢，

反不及两颗心对跳得这么响！