【搬运】洛老的十四行诗(44)

宏伟的沼泽通向没有人烟，莎草茂密的海岸，
无数鸟儿们盘旋于此，同时在一座风中的山丘上，
坐落着一座村庄，十分古老，遍布白色尖顶，
还有着我静静聆听着的傍晚的钟声。
我不知道它是怎样的土地——或者敢于
询问什么时候，还有为什么我曾经在也将会在那里。
XXIII. Mirage
I do not know if ever it eXIsted -
That lost world floating dimly on Time's stream -

And yet I see it often, violet-misted,
And shimmering at the back of some vague dream.
There were strange towers and curious lapping rivers,
Labyrinths of wonder, and low vaults of light,
And bough-crossed skies of flame, like that which quivers