You did not come,
你没有来，
And marching Time drew on, and wore me numb.
而时光却沙沙地流去，使我发呆。
Yet less for loss of your dear presence there
倒不是惋惜失掉了相见的甜蜜，
Than that I thus found lacking in your make
是因为我由此看出你的天性，
That high compassion which can overbear
缺乏那种最高的怜悯——尽管不乐意，
Reluctance for pure lovingkindness' sake
出于纯粹的仁慈也能成全别人，
Grieved I, when, as the hope-hour stroked its sum，
当指盼的钟点敲过，你没有来，
You did not come.
我感到悲哀。
You love me not.
你并不爱我，
And love alone can lend you loyalty:
而只有爱情才能使你忠诚于我；
——I know and knew it. But, unto the store
——我明白，早就明白。但费一两小时，
Of human deeds divine in all but name，
使除名义外全然圣洁的人类行为，
Was it not worth a little hour or more
又为何不增添一件好事：
To add yet this: Once you, a woman, came
你，作为一个女人，曾一度抚慰，
To soothe a time-torn man; even though it be
一个为时光折磨的男人，即便说，
You love me not.
你并不爱我。
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