95. St. Valentine's Day

——W. Blunt

Today, all day, I rode upon the Down,

With hounds and horsemen, a brave company.

On this side in its glory lay the sea,

On that the Sussex Weald, a sea of brown.

The wind was light, and brightly the sun shone,

And still we galloped on from gorse to gorse.

And once, when checked, a thrush sang, and my horse

Pricked his quick ears as to a sound unknown.

I knew the spring was come. I knew it even

Better than all by this, that through my chase

In bush and stone and hill and sea and heaven

I seemed to see and follow still your face.

Your face my quarry was. For it I rode,

My horse a thing of wings, myself a god.

95　圣瓦伦丁节

布伦特[1]

今天，我一直骑马奔驰在多恩，

猎犬和骑士组成勇敢的一群。

壮丽无比的大海就在这边，

那边是褐色的萨塞克斯森林。

风轻轻地吹，太阳金光闪闪，

我们骑马越过遍布金雀花的山冈。

有一回我勒住马，倾听画眉歌吟，

马伸长耳朵，也在听这陌生的声音。

我知道，春天已经来到这里，

这一点我比任何人都清楚：

捕猎中穿越灌木、山丘和海天，

我似乎一直在把你的脸追寻。

你的脸是我的猎物，我为此驱驰，

我的马权充羽翼，神就是我自己。

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[1]威尔夫莱德·布伦特（Wilfrid Scawen Blunt，1840—1922），诗人，阿拉伯语学者，1869年娶拜伦的孙女为妻：生活的态度，诗歌的风格都有刻意效仿拜伦的倾向。政治上支持印度、爱尔兰独立，一度入狱。主要诗歌作品有《普罗托斯的十四行诗和歌》。