Break, Break, Break
碎吧，碎吧，碎吧
Alfred Lord Tennyson · 丁尼生
Break, break, break,
On thy cold gray stones, O Sea!
And I would that my tongue could utter
The thoughts that arise in me.
O, well for the fisherman's boy,
That he shouts with his sister at play!
O, well for the sailor lad,
That he sings in his boat on the bay!
And the stately ships go on
To their haven under the hill;
But O for the touch of a vanished hand,
And the sound of a voice that is still!
Break, break, break
At the foot of thy crags, O Sea!
But the tender grace of a day that is dead
Will never come back to me.
碎吧，碎吧，碎吧，
拍打在冰冷灰白的岩石上，啊大海！
我真愿我的舌头能说出
涌上心头的话语。
啊，多好，渔人的孩子，
正和妹妹嬉笑呼喊！
啊，多好，水手的少年，
正在海湾的船里歌唱！
庄严的船只继续驶向
山下的港湾；
可啊，那消逝的手的触碰，
那沉寂的声音！
碎吧，碎吧，碎吧，
拍打在你峭壁的脚下，啊大海！
可那已逝之日的温柔光泽，
再也不会回到我身边。
丁尼生悼念亡友哈勒姆：大海依旧碎浪，欢闹依旧，只是那双手与声音永不再来。