脸色苍白，独自彷徨？
Alone and palely loitering?
湖上的芦苇已经枯萎，
The sedge has withered from the lake,
也没有鸟儿歌唱。
And no birds sing!
“为什么你这样痛苦呵，骑士，
Oh, what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
形容憔悴，神情沮丧？
So haggard and so woe-begone?
松鼠的窝里已贮满粮食，
The squirrel's granary is full,
收获都进了谷仓。
And the harvest's done.
“我见你额角白如百合，
I see a lily on thy brow,
渗出热汗像颗颗露珠，
With anguish moist and fever-dew,
我见你面颊好似玫瑰
And on thy cheek a fading rose
正在很快地干枯。”
Fast withereth too.
“草地上我遇到一位姑娘，
I met a lady in the meads
美丽妖冶像天仙的娇女，
Full beautiful, a fairy's child,
她头发曼长，腿脚轻捷，
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
有一对狂放的眼珠。
And her eyes were wild.
“我为她做了一顶花冠，
I made a garland for her head,
做了手镯和芬芳的腰带；
And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;
她对我凝视，像真的爱我，
She looked at me as she did love,
发出温柔的叹息来。
And made sweet moan.
“我抱她骑在马上慢慢走，
I set her on my pacing steed,
整天除了她，什么也不瞧；
And nothing else saw all day long;
她侧过身子倚着我，唱出
For sidelong would she bend, and sing
一支仙灵的歌谣。
A fairy's song.
“她为我找来美味的草根，
She found me roots of relish sweet,