Meeting at Night
[英]罗伯特·勃朗宁
Robert Browning
灰莽的海，黑长的岸；
金色的半月大而低；
微波从沉睡中惊起，
火一般地翻腾起阵阵涟漪，
当我驾船迅速驶向海湾，
船却戛然扎进泥潭。
而后是一英里海香暖人的沙滩；
穿过三块田地才见一个农场；
轻轻叩响窗棂，
一个尖锐的打火声，
火柴迅速燃起，
蓝光明净而耀眼，
似惊似喜，口中搅动着
声响不高的话语。
两颗跳动的心紧紧相融。
The gray sea and the long black land；
And the yellow half-moon large and low；
And the startled little waves that leap
In fiery ringlets from their sleep，
As I gain the cove with pushing prow，
And quench its speed 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， thro'its joys and fears，
Than the two hearts beating each to each！