Good Hours
by Robert Frost

I HAD for my winter evening walk—
No one at all with whom to talk,
But I had the cottages in a row
Up to their shining eyes in snow.

And I thought I had the folk within:
I had the sound of a violin;
I had a glimpse through curtain laces
Of youthful forms and youthful faces.

I had such company outward bound.
I went till there were no cottages found.
I turned and repented, but coming back
I saw no window but that was black.

Over the snow my creaking feet
Disturbed the slumbering village street
Like profanation, by your leave,
At ten o'clock of a winter eve.


良辰
作者：罗伯特·弗罗斯特
译者：喬中
BGM: "Carino" by Chris Spheeris

漫步在冬日傍晚——
无人与我交谈，
却有一排小屋
窗户在雪中似明眸闪闪。

屋里恍惚似有人：
奏着提琴声声；
我透过帘子丝缕玲珑，
窥见年轻的身姿、少艾的面容。

趁这青春作伴，心向远方，
我一直走到再无屋舍见于路旁。
转过身来，我满怀懊悔，归途上
所有的窗子都没了亮光。

雪地上我步履吱呀吱呀，
惊扰了沉睡的村街，
罪过啊，恕我冒昧，
在这十点钟的冬夜。
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