W. B. Yeats - Under Saturn 汉译

Do not because this day I have grown saturnine

Imagine that lost love, inseparable from my thought

Because I have no other youth, can make me pine;

For how should I forget the wisdom that you brought,

The comfort that you made? Although my wits have gone

On a fantastic ride, my horse's flanks are spurred

By childish memories of an old cross Pollexfen,

And of a Middleton, whose name you never heard,

And of a red-haired Yeats whose looks, although he died

Before my time, seem like a vivid memory.

You heard that labouring man who had served my people.

    He said

Upon the open road, near to the Sligo quay -

No, no, not said, but cried it out - 'You have come again,

And surely after twenty years it was time to come.'

I am thinking of a child's vow sworn in vain

Never to leave that valley his fathers called their home.