W. B. Yeats - Wisdom 汉译

The true faith discovered was

When painted panel, statuary.

Glass-mosaic, window-glass,

Amended what was told awry

By some peasant gospeller;

Swept the Sawdust from the floor

Of that working-carpenter.

Miracle had its playtime where

In damask clothed and on a seat

Chryselephantine, cedar-boarded,

His majestic Mother sat

Stitching at a purple hoarded

That He might be nobly breeched

In starry towers of Babylon

Noah's freshet never reached.

King Abundance got Him on

Innocence; and Wisdom He.

That cognomen sounded best

Considering what wild infancy

Drove horror from His Mother's breast.