名人诗歌|Main Street and Other Poems(21)

（For My Mother）

The fragile splendour of the level sea, The moon's serene^{1 and silver-veiled face, Make of this vessel2 an enchanted3 place Full of white mirth and golden sorcery. Now, for a time, shall careless laughter be Blended with song, to lend song sweeter grace, And the old stars, in their unending race, Shall heed4 and envy young humanity.}

And yet to-night, a hundred leagues away, These waters blush a strange and awful red. Before the moon, a cloud obscenely grey Rises from decks that crash with flying lead. And these stars smile their immemorial way On waves that shroud^{5 a thousand newly dead！}