我的信！一堆堆死沉沉的纸，苍白又无声，

My letters! all dead paper, ... mute and white!

可是它们又象具有生命、颤动在

And yet they seem alive and quivering

我拿不稳的手内--是那发抖的手

Against my tremulous hands while loose the string

解开丝带，让它们今晚散满在

And let them drop down on my knee to-night. 

我膝上。这封说：他多盼望有个机会，

This said, ... he wished to have me in his sight

能作为朋友，见一见我。这一封又订了

Once, as a friend: this fixed a day in spring

春天里一个日子，来见我，跟我

To come and touch my hand ... a simple thing, 

握握手--平常的事，我可哭了！

Yet I wept for it! -- this, ... the paper's light ...

这封说（不多几个字）：“亲，我爱你！”

Said, _Dear I love thee_; and I sank and quailed 

而我却惶恐得象上帝的未来在轰击

As if God's future www.haiyawenxue.com thundered on my past. 

我的过去。这封说：“我属于你！”那墨迹，

This said, _I am thine_ -- and so its ink has paled

紧贴在我悸跳的心头，久了，褪了色。

With lying at my heart that beat too fast. 

而这封。。。爱啊，你的言词有什么神妙，

And this ... O Love, thy words have ill availed

假如这里吐露的，我敢把它再说！

If, what this said, I dared repeat at last!