W. B. Yeats - Words for Music Perhaps (XIII) 汉译

XIII. Her Dream

I dreamed as in my bed I lay,

All night's fathomless wisdom come,

That I had shorn my locks away

And laid them on Love's lettered tomb:

But something bore them out of sight

In a great tumult of the air,

And after nailed upon the night

Berenice's burning hair.

或许可谱曲的歌词

十三、她的梦

威廉·巴特勒·叶芝

我躺在床上的时候梦见

整夜的深不可测的智慧临降，

我剪下了我的缕缕发卷

把它们供放在爱神的墓碑上：

可是什么东西把它们驮走

高入翻腾的云中不见了踪影，

后来在夜空之上钉起了

贝瑞尼丝的燃烧的头发。