W. B. Yeats - The Double Vision of Michael Robartes (I) 汉译

On the grey rock of Cashel the mind’s eye  

Has called up the cold spirits that are born  

When the old moon is vanished from the sky  

And the new still hides her horn.  

Under blank eyes and fingers never still      

The particular is pounded till it is man,  

When had I my own will?  

Oh, not since life began.  

Constrained, arraigned, baffled, bent and unbent  

By these wire-jointed jaws and limbs of wood,  

Themselves obedient,  

Knowing not evil and good;  

Obedient to some hidden magical breath.  

They do not even feel, so abstract are they,  

So dead beyond our death,  

Triumph that we obey.