The Self-Unseeing
Thomas Hardy

Here is the ancient floor,

Footworn and hollowed and thin,

Here was the former door

Where the dead feet walked in.

She sat here in her chair,

Smiling into the fire;

He who played stood there,

Bowing it higher and higher.

Childlike, I danced in a dream;

Blessings emblazoned that day;

Everything glowed with a gleam;

Yet we were looking away!

不见自己
哈代
 

这就是当年的地板，

磨得又光又薄还有坑，

这里当初有个门扇，

死者进来留下了足痕。

她就坐在这边椅子上，

望着炉火盈盈地微笑;

他奏着琴儿站在一旁，

琴弓越拉调儿越高。

我如稚儿在梦中舞蹈，

喜悦给那天披上了盛装，

一切都闪烁着光耀，

而我们却移开了目光!

钱兆明译