赫伯特·特伦奇

　　她没有来,玫瑰正沐浴中午的太阳--

　　白天太过明亮。

　　她没有来,我无心工作娱乐,

　　直到神魂飘忽晃荡。

　　可是等到夜色降临山岗,

　　大海传来巨响,

　　伴着星光、烛光与梦境的幽光,

　　她来到我身旁。

　　She Comes Not

　　Herbert Trench

　　She comes not when Noon is on the roses--

　　Too bright is Day.

　　She comes not to the Soul till it reposes

　　From work and play.

　　But when Night is on the hills, and the great Voices

　　Roll in from Sea,

　　By starlight and by candlelight and dreamlight

　　She comes to me.