他的声音又一次在门口响起——
还是昔日的语调——
我听见他向仆人打听
一个像我这样的人——
我手捧鲜花走过去——
以此证明我就是我——
这一世我们素未谋面——
他也许会大吃一惊！
我脚步纷乱穿过厅堂——
带着沉默进门——
只见整个世界仅能容纳——
他的面庞，再无其他！
我们漫不经心地交谈——
像抛出铅锤——
一个，羞怯地试探——
另一个——
言语中的深浅——
我们一同散步，我把狗，留在家中——
温柔、体贴的月亮
和我们结伴，还没走远——
却又将我们抛下——
孤独，假如天使感到“孤独”——
当他们初次飞上天堂！
孤独，假如那些“蒙面的脸庞”，也如此感受——
他们身在天堂，无法细数！
我宁愿献出，血管中的紫红——
只为重活那一刻——
但他必须亲自数算滴落的血——
滴滴都是我的代价！
Again—his voice is at the door—
I feel the old Degree—
I hear him ask the servant
For such an one—as me—
I take a flower—as I go—
My face to justify—
He never saw me—in this life—
I might surprise his eye!
I cross the Hall with mingled steps—
I—silent—pass the door—
I look on all this world contains—
Just his face—nothing more!
We talk in careless—and in toss—
A kind of plummet strain—
Each—sounding—shyly—
Just—how—deep—
The other’s one—had been—
We walk—I leave my Dog—at home—
A tender—thoughtful Moon
Goes with us—just a little way—
And—then—we are alone—
Alone—if Angels are “alone”—
First time they try the sky!
Alone—if those “veiled faces”—be—
We cannot count—On High!
I’d give—to live that hour—again—
The purple—in my Vein—
But He must count the drops—himself—
My price for every stain!