W. B. Yeats - Her Praise 汉译

She is foremost of those that I would hear praised.  

I have gone about the house, gone up and down  

As a man does who has published a new book  

Or a young girl dressed out in her new gown,  

And though I have turned the talk by hook or crook     

Until her praise should be the uppermost theme,  

A woman spoke of some new tale she had read,  

A man confusedly in a half dream  

As though some other name ran in his head.  

She is foremost of those that I would hear praised.  

I will talk no more of books or the long war  

But walk by the dry thorn until I have found  

Some beggar sheltering from the wind, and there  

Manage the talk until her name come round.  

If there be rags enough he will know her name 

And be well pleased remembering it, for in the old days,  

Though she had young men’s praise and old men’s blame,  

Among the poor both old and young gave her praise.